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Begging for a spanking: Rayanna Jamison’s new Corbin’s Bend novel

I am so excited about Rayanna’s new Corbin’s Bend book.  It tackles some pretty realistic topics, like post partum depression, and I can’t wait to read it. 🙂

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Blurb:

After a difficult delivery and birth of her daughter, control freak Ginger Davies, is losing control. She cares only for the care of her daughter and has no time or energy for anything else. Her home, business, and relationships are suffering. She knows something needs to change, but she is too overwhelmed to do anything about it. As someone who has always prided herself on being strong and capable, and disciplined, she can’t bring herself to admit what she is really going through.

 Her husband Beau has been content to take a break from domestic discipline to give Ginger the time and space she needs to recover, but he soon realizes that he’s not doing her any favors by letting things go. He realizes that break or no break, it’s time to regain control of his home and step up in a way that he never has before.

 

About Corbin’s Bend:

 Welcome to Corbin’s Bend, the first equity-cooperative housing development just for spankofiles. Thirty thousand acres in the mountains above Denver sits your dream come true. With 1000 home sites, several restaurants, a club house, theater, pool, and many other amenities, you will find yourself at home.

 Corbin’s Bend is the setting for a group of spanking romance novellas set in, where else? Corbin’s Bend, Colorado. A fictitious housing cooperative, Corbin’s Bend is unique in that everyone living there is into spanking, whether that be erotically or through domestic discipline. Just imagine, a place where nobody has to hide their particular spanking lifestyle.

 While reading any series in order is nice, Corbin’s Bend books can be read as stand-alones as well.

 

Excerpt :

“See, here’s the thing. I was more than willing to take a break. Aside from your temper, I’ve never had to worry much about you, and I figured I could trust you enough to keep yourself under control, and remember the heart of why we do this. But now, now you’re disobedient, you’re not living up to your responsibilities, you’re rude and belligerent, and you seem to enjoy throwing it in my face that I can’t spank you for it. The way I see it, you’ve been begging me to do just that.”

Ginger bit her lip, chewing it absently as she pondered his words. Is that what she had been doing? Shame rose up in her cheeks as she remembered her harsh words and defiant actions. It was just yesterday, but it seemed so long ago now. Nothing to put things in perspective like a first thing in the morning trip over your husband’s knee, she mused.

“Is that what you’ve been doing Ginger? Have you been begging for a spanking?”

She didn’t reply, still wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize he was asking her a question, until his hand stopped rubbing and came cracking down on her backside with all the force of a paddle. Damn, she had forgotten how hard his hands could be.

“Answer me, woman.” His hand went back, poised for impact, and she squeaked out her answer, bracing herself for the blow.

“No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t!” It didn’t seem to be the answer he was looking for, as his hand connected with her aching backside.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was! But, it wasn’t conscious!”

At her admission, his hand stilled, coming down softly to rest on her back. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, whose idea was it do domestic discipline?”

Ginger sighed. “Mine, Sir”

“And, whose idea was it to move to Corbin’s Bend?”

She could see where this was going, and it didn’t bode well for her. “Mine, Sir”

“Mmm-hmm” His finger pumped inside her, in and out of her tight hole. She clenched around it, hoping for relief, but he just pumped harder. “Whose idea was it to take a break, from any and all punishments, against the advice of our friends and mentors?”

“It was my idea.” Her voice sounded empty, even to her.

The pumping stopped, but the spanking began in earnest. His hand flattened against her bottom, again and again, peppering both cheeks with sharp swats, one after another, with no pause between. Dd may have been her idea, but damn, the man could spank.

“It seems to me,” he began, concentrating on reddening the crease between her thighs and bottom cheeks, “that we’ve been doing things your way for much too long. I’ve let you be in charge of everything, even this.”

 

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Rayanna Jamison is a spanking romance author. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now resides in Southern Utah, where she likes to say she spends her days sipping mudslides and writing by the hot tub while the kids play. Her stories border on sweet, although they get slightly naughtier with each new story she writes. Her passion is to write about submission in its many forms, and the effects it has on relationships and lives.

 

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Protective Custody- cranking up the heat on Amazon

I am so excited to have Natasha Knight visiting with her hot new adventure! This one has it all. Amazingly described spankings with a lot of heat; sex that sizzles; a great  set of characters that you have to cheer for; and why not throw in the Russian mafia while you’re at it. 🙂

It’s tearing up the charts on Amazon right now, ranking in the top 20 on three different charts. I loved it! But don’t just take my word for it. Here’s Natasha to introduce Skye and Aidan.

 

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Hi Kate, thank you so much for having me today! I love your blog. Sometimes what you write just really touches me and other times, it makes me laugh out loud, but I appreciate your openness and just your ability to be authentic. It’s a gift to all of us.

 

Now I’m here to muck it all up for you… I just released Protective Custody last week, which is a romantic suspense (with spankings of course) and I wanted to share a short erotic piece. In this scene, Aidan has just punished Skye but she’s very new to it all so she is having some difficulty taking up the position he requires for his inspection:

 

As if reading his thoughts, she moved her hands to cover herself.

Something dark made one corner of his lip curve upward. He knew he shouldn’t do what he was about to do, but he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t resist, just like he’d not been able to resist kissing her that night years ago. Coming closer, he slowly, purposefully, scanned the length of her naked, supple body.

“You’re not too young anymore though,” he said, taking her hands to her sides before moving around to stop just behind her. “There’s nothing quite like the sight of a woman’s freshly spanked, beautiful ass,” he said.

At his words, she moved to cover herself, just glancing at him over her shoulder, her face blushing nearly as red as her spanked bottom, her lips swollen, slightly parted, the look in her eyes one of desire combined with a shy innocence that spoke to a darker side of him.

He shook his head, “No, Skye, no covering yourself up. You should know that I’ll inspect you after every spanking. Now lean forward and place your hands on the bed.”

She didn’t respond right away and he knew this first time would be difficult for her, knowing that as she took the position he required of her, she’d be exposing herself wholly to his gaze. Nothing would remain private. Aidan not only didn’t mind that she found this difficult, but in fact, it added to his enjoyment. There was a sweetness to a woman giving like this, doing just what he asked of Skye right now.

“Lean forward, honey,” he said. “Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

“Please don’t make me,” she just whispered.

“I don’t think you mean that. I can smell your sex, Skye. I can smell how aroused you are. Let me take care of you now.”

He watched her swallow and she turned to face forward. Slowly, she reached toward the bed, bending so that her torso was level to the floor.

“Good girl. Down on your forearms and widen your stance a bit,” he said, looking down at her bent before him, her little reddened ass spread to his gaze. “That’s it,” he said, coming to his knees behind her. “Bend a little deeper and push your bottom out more. I want to see everything. I want to see your wet pussy and I want to see your pretty little asshole.”

When she glanced behind her, he saw how her pupils had dilated. Although he didn’t need to see her eyes to know she was aroused. Her pussy was practically dripping as he took his hands to her cheeks and, with his thumbs on either side, pulled them wide.

 

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You knew I was going to leave you hanging, right? I have to…If you’d like an even longer excerpt, click here to be redirected to Stormy Night’s site and otherwise, links are below! Thanks so much for hosting me Kate and thanks to all the readers!

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Blurb:

When Skye Madden is caught trespassing at an exclusive ski resort while trying to support herself as a tabloid photographer, she is stunned to discover that her childhood crush, Aidan Hastings, is the head of security. More shocking still, Aidan tells her in no uncertain terms that if she is found snooping around the resort again, he’ll take her over his knee and give her a spanking she’ll never forget.

 When her boss sends her back to the same resort a year later on another assignment, Skye can’t help but remember Aidan’s warning, but a spanking quickly becomes the least of her worries after she gets lost on the mountain. While trying to find her way back, things go from bad to worse when she witnesses a cold-blooded murder, and she is left with no choice but to confess everything to Aidan. Worst of all, it appears that the murder is connected to the Russian mob.

 Aidan decides he’s taking no chances with his best friend’s little sister, a girl he’s never been able to forget. As a former special agent, he is more than ready to do whatever is needed to keep her safe, even if that means taking her into hiding in an isolated cabin, whether she likes it or not. But Skye Madden has grown even more stubborn and headstrong than he remembered, and he soon realizes it will take quite a bit more than just a bare-bottom spanking to bring her in line.

 Even with her world collapsing around her, Skye wonders how she can let this man—someone who has a place called a “punishment room” in his house, on top of everything else—start to claim her heart again. Can she learn to trust her firm protector, or will she take matters into her own hands and put her life in even greater danger?

 

Publisher’s Note: Protective Custody is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

 

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Adaline Raine visits with a hot, “nice to see you again” spanking.

Adaline Raine is visiting me today wither her brand new, scorching, hot story! She has a whole blog tour you can follow by going to her blog. But today she’s here, and you’re in for a treat!

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Thank you my dear friend! I’m so exited to be kicking off the tour on your blog and appreciate you having me over.

I am sharing an excerpt from my new release, The Medic of Brighton Creek. In this scene Mikayla has been keeping things in from Sam. He has already disciplined her at least once by this point and yet she continues to push. Please enjoy!

Be sure to stop by http://brattyadaline.blogspot.com to see all the stops along the way. I’m giving away free books as well as sharing snippets and chatting about all sorts of things!

Excerpt

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Be nice. Now, do you care to tell me what’s bugging you?”

I’m worried about things and it’s a lot to process. I just want to forget about everything.”

Well, I told you earlier I would help with that.” He watched her bite her lip, possibly regretting her back talk, but then she nodded.

Yeah. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

He released her hand as she turned to clamber across his thighs. He left her pants in place since this was more of an informal punishment to get to her talk, then smacked his hand onto her sit spots.

Ouch!”

Sam slapped each side of her bottom a couple more times, to balance it out, then aimed for the very center of her cheeks. He continued for a few minutes until she whimpered after a particularly hard smack. He swatted her once more across her entire behind, then stopped.

I told Bonnie what a brat I was before, when your ex-wife showed up. I also told her I didn’t like the fact that she just announced to anyone who would listen that I was back home.” She scooted back down the couch, then pulled herself onto his lap so she could see his eyes. “I mean visiting. I’m back home to visit.

 

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Blurb

Returning to her hometown for her best friend’s wedding, Mikayla Turner doesn’t expect to run into her teenage crush, handsome paramedic Sam Brighton, within a matter of moments. But after her car runs off the road in a snowstorm, she seeks help at the nearest house and is shocked when it is Sam who answers the door—still as sexy as she remembers him.

Sam patches her up and lets her stay at his home until the weather improves, but he makes it clear that there will be consequences should she choose to disobey him during her stay. Mikayla has grown up in the years she’s been away, but she still finds herself craving Sam’s dominance, and she is unable to resist putting his warning to the test. After Sam takes her in hand and bares her bottom for a sound spanking, Mikayla has never felt closer to him, and though it leaves her blushing, his thorough, intimate medical care makes her feel safer and more loved than she’s ever felt before.

When the local doctor takes some time off, Sam steps in to help out and he asks Mikayla to stay and serve as his receptionist. She agrees, but she can’t help worrying that Sam’s attraction to her is short-lived and that one day he will tire of her and push her away. Will self-doubt drive Mikayla to leave Sam and her hometown forever, or can she face her fears and learn to trust the man she loves?

Publisher’s Note: The Medic of Brighton Creek is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author Bio

Adaline Raine is an avid reader of spanking romance and is known for reviewing every book she touches! Her latest release is The Medic of Brighton Creek about a young woman who returns home for her best friends wedding and finds herself longing for the dominance her longtime crush, Sam Brighton used to provide while she was there. Soon they are together as she always dreamed of but her doubts leave her unsure. Sam wastes little time in taking her in hand as well as caring for her. Be sure to check out this sweet contemporary romance with medical play and domestic discipline.

Devon’s Discipline, her supernatural release, is about a young college junior stuck on a downwards spiral after the tragic loss of both of her parents. She meets Professor Matthews who has little tolerance for disrespect and he helps set her straight again through physical discipline.

Marked by the Alpha, Adaline’s premiere story, literally shows us an alpha male werewolf turning his chosen mate over his knee for some well needed attitude adjusting.

Becoming a Lady, her second release, showcases spankings in a historical setting. Our lovely main character is poor and abused so when a tall man drugs her and steals her away from her village she is confused by his actions. He takes his time to teach and guide but his methods include his hand and her hind.

Adaline has also become known for her love of creating graphics for others. She has designed custom banners and buttons for various blog hops throughout the community including “Spank or Treat 2013″;”Winter Spanks 2014”; “Summer Spanks 2014”, as well as the headers and backgrounds at Bratty Addy. Her exclusive feature, Addy’s Couch takes guests books covers and fashions them into a one-of a kind piece for fun or promotional purposes. Contact Adaline at brattyadaline at gmail dot com if you would like her to create something for you!

Adaline runs an active blog on blog spot brattyadaline.blogspot.com as well as a Spanking Romance board on Pintrest http://www.pinterest.com/adalineraine/

You can also find her on Twitter handle Adaline_Raine or on Facebook Raine.Adaline

 

 

Are we still playing? (Anal play vs punishment)

 

Ok, I know I am not officially part of SRR’s Round Table Discussion. But I had so many thoughts on this, and really wanted to say something. (I just got really busy with life stuff; bikeathons, Roman diorama’s…) 🙂

Corinne Alexander posted a fantastic topic. Anal play and punishment.

Wow, I certainly have some conflicting views on this topic. (Sometimes it depends on the mood I am in)

But mostly, it depends on the wording.

  • Punishment
  • Consent

The two most meaningful words for me in this discussion.

 

Consent:

First of all, I’ll just say that I find anal play in stories I read, to be highly erotic and arousing.

Holy cow, it’s hot! Especially when done in that grey area between consent and non-consent. (Like I said, it depends on the mood I am in, and whether or not the MC actually enjoys the receiving.)

Don’t get me wrong, I like the whole “No, I don’t want to… Mmmm, well, okay, maybe… yes! Yes! Yes!” dynamic. I know it is grey. If the character is written as concluding with a wonderfully drawn out happy climax, then I like it.

I like consent.

It doesn’t have to be verbal. It can be done physically, like a shifting of the hips, or a groan of approval, or a POV shift to show her transition to enjoyment.

So that’s where I stand with the word “consent”.

 

Punishment:

Punishment might mean something very different for me than for others. And that’s okay. We all have our own terms and definitions.

Some talk about playful punishment and the façade of domination and humiliation. Now that, for me is HOT. Definitely hot.

I love the idea of that fine line between pretend and reality, where my HOH is reacting so harshly, I have to stop for a second and ask, “Are you actually mad at me?”

Once he has winked and affirmed that we are in fact playing, I’m good to go.

Remember, I’m a people pleaser. The thought of someone close to me actually being that angry with me, hurts far worse than any punishment ever could.

So play – is hot!

But we don’t play as often as I would like. 😦

I’m not in a BDSM or playful relationship.

Our relationship is more along the lines of Domestic Discipline. (I’m going to stop labeling us, because our relationship is evolving and shifting.)

My husband is my HOH- my leader, my protector, sometimes, my teacher.

 

Our real punishments are not done for play. They are done to teach, correct, and help me release the guilt over a transgression.

Play, fun and pleasure are not a part of it.

I have given my blanket consent, by agreeing to be in this relationship.

So there really is no safe word, and the consent is there.

I just have to trust that he won’t abuse my vulnerable position.

 

I can see very good teaching points in some anal punishments:

  • Butt plug – holy cow, the humiliation and fear of being discovered, not to mention, the extreme discomfort… (Okay, we have not tried our set of plugs yet, but after trying some other penetration, I know I would not care for the feeling  :))
  •  Ginger root – Okay, been there done that! Yikes! That sucker gets so hot! I’ll admit, I was also extremely aroused by this play. But I can see how this would be an excellent punishment.

I’m good with each of those.

 

But when the terms punishment and pleasure come together- that’s where I have to draw the line in my relationship.

 

When my HOH delivers a punishment, it is about loving direction and guidance. It is about firmly teaching a value, or imprinting a necessary consequence.

(I’m about to get a little graphic. Be forewarned)

 

If my husband were to punish me for something we had previously agreed on – let’s use overspending as an example – I would submit to it, trusting he was punishing me for my own good.

If he chose to have me wear a butt plug during the day as a reminder to not overspend, I would understand, and wriggle around in my very tight jeans, and regret that stupid mishap at the Disney store.

Hehe, no worries. 🙂

If he were to embarrass me, and cause me extreme discomfort through figging, once again, no worries. I believe that would be within my realm of acceptance for a punishment.

 

BUT

If he we to decide to have anal sex with me as part of my punishment…

In other words, part of my punishment would be the act of his large penis penetrating my very tight and hurting, bottom hole.

AND

He were to become not only aroused by this act, but would also take pleasure in it, by climaxing…

 

Then in my mind, he would be taking pleasure in my punishment. He would be climaxing and enjoying hurting me.

 

My punishment is about learning and repenting.

My punishment should not give him pleasure.

If he takes pleasure from hurting me, then it will hurt me more than anything in the world.

Remember, I am a woman with high emotional needs.

So punishment with pleasure could not work for me without scarring me, and taking away something very important from our relationship.

My trust.

 

I have to trust that he will impart wisdom and strength in his leadership of me.

 

I know my view, and definition and needs are different than everyone else’s. So I choose not to judge my friends and their fetish. Whatever turns them on, and is agreed upon- hey, I won’t judge. 🙂

 

But for me and my relationship, it all comes down to the wording and the moment.

 

Anal play – HOT!

Anal play in fiction, when done in a way that shows some form of consent? – Whoa, momma! Definitely hot!

 

Anal punishment in real life – not necessarily hot. But acknowledged as a good device.

 

Anal sex in real life punishment – NOT! Not hot for me, not acceptable in my relationship. Hurtful to me and the relationship.

 

Ok, there’s my take.

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Please be kind with your responses. It’s okay to respectfully agree to disagree. But I feel pretty vulnerable right now, having been so open.

Thanks!

Hugs!

(I included the round table link at the top. There are a ton of other fantastic posts. Feel free to stop by and see the other viewpoints 🙂 )

 

The Symbiotic Relationship Between Author and Reader, an Interview with Cara Bristol

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I thoroughly enjoyed reading Cara Bristol’s “Breeder”, and knew I just had to pick her brain about her awesome new book!  It’s a wonderful combination of romance, spanking fiction, and action- all set in a science fiction setting.  She has created a new world full of passion and aggression, a society where males dominate and females submit.  I adored this book, and cannot wait to read the next in this series!

The thing that struck me most about this story was the line between men and women.  Men were takers, women were givers. And there was no room for middle ground or compromise – at least not at the beginning.  But the story took us through a wonderful adventure of an Alpha Male (The Alpha Male!) who dared to not only show a female compassion, but also to fall in love with her!

In Breeder, the lesson learned is about male and female learning to work together, and to love each other.  The same can be said for authors and readers. One will not thrive without the other.  They have a symbiotic relationship, bettering each other as each betters herself (or himself).

Since the story’s plot centered on characters that learned to use their differences to complement each other, and find value in what each had to offer, I thought it would be fun to do a role reversal of sorts for this author interview.  So instead of a “normal” interview where I ask the author questions, Cara Bristol will ask me questions, to better get to know me as a reader.  And of course, I will be getting to know her and her story better, as well.

I hope you enjoy our role reversal.

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Cara Bristol:  Thanks, Katherine for having me today. This is a unique opportunity. Even though reviews can give an author feedback, being able to ask questions is even better! One of the things I’d like to know is if you have read science fiction romance before, and what made you pick my book.

Katherine Deane:  Thanks for agreeing to do something a little different, Cara.  I love science fiction (Jim Butcher is one of my favorites!), and have read some science fiction romance. Most of my sci fi has been limited to TV.  Do you remember Dr. Who (Tom Baker, of course!), The Tomorrow People, Sliders, and Battlestar Gallactica?

But I have not had very many opportunities to read science fiction, romance AND spanking.  That sounded like a fun combination, that I hoped wouldn’t overwhelm me.

I decided to read this after reading some of the excerpts in the Saturday Spankings blog posts.  The premise intrigued me, and I have enjoyed all your other stories. I was so excited when I finally got to read it! It was everything I had hoped for!

Cara Bristol:  Thank you! I’m glad Breeder met expectations. LOL. I used to watch Battlestar Gallactica, although I was more of a Trekkie and watched rather than read sci-fi.  However, TV and movies focus on spaceships, gadgets, explosions and things that are visual. Written science fi romance brings emotion to the story. I’m curious, what were some of the emotions you experienced as you read Breeder?

Katherine Deane:  I can’t believe I forgot to mention Star Trek, the original one with Kirk and Spock!  It’s funny that you just brought up emotions. That was one of the most entertaining parts about watching Kirk and Spock play off each other. One was a dramatic, over-emoter, the other was quiet, analytical, and unemotional.  Yet they complemented each other perfectly! This is something I would like to bring up later in our conversation.  The need for complementary emotions and actions in a relationship.

As for emotions, I went through so many different emotions, all depending on the scene.

Anger, frustration, elation, lust. It was like riding a roller coaster! It was exhilarating!

I also had to slow down my reading. I originally wanted to pour through it as quickly as I could. But I realized, early on, that this was a story meant to be savored- not rushed.  I am so glad I did that. It made the story that much more enjoyable!

Cara Bristol:  I’m so glad. My goal in this story was to make my readers feel.  Did you have any impressions of Breeder before you read it that were altered after you finished it?

Katherine Deane:  Honestly, I originally thought this was going to be a mod-podge of science fiction, BDSM and spanking romance.   When I heard it was about a society that looked upon females as less than animals, I was nervous.  I knew that the writing would be impeccable. But I wasn’t sure if it would be the right fit for me. Especially when I saw that there would be a little bit of M/M included.

(Actually, the few M/M scenes were done tastefully, and were such an integral part of the plot, that I was able to ease out of my comfort zone.)

I also feared my inner feminist would be disappointed by the harsh conditions and degraded women. I was pleasantly surprised by the depth, and the levels of emotions the main characters went through.  I felt kind of silly having worried about being disappointed. (This story most definitely, did NOT disappoint!)  But sometimes, authors change their style, or write different genres. The reader doesn’t always know what s/he is getting into, even if it is the same author they have followed for a while.

Cara Bristol:  This was a different genre for me.  Years ago, when I first started writing fiction, I dabbled in sci-fi, but then moved on to mainstream fiction, and then erotic romance.  I knew writing Breeder would be risky because it contained elements that might turn readers off. Did you your feelings about the characters change as you read the book?

Katherine Deane:  I quickly grew to love Omra and Dak!  Omra was so much more than just a shell, a breeder with no ability for cognitive thought, or scared of her own shadow.  I loved watching her grow, and push aside her self-doubts and lack of self-worth.  She was beautiful, strong, intelligent, the perfect example of potential in the society’s “useless” breeders.

Dak grew to be so much more than just a commanding presence and authority figure.  He actually had an open mind, and was willing to grow with Omra. I loved that about him, and felt that made him even more powerful.  The scene that stood out to me, was when he made the decision about dealing with the Enclave.  This was big, and showed his compassionate nature.  While I love authoritative men, I also need them to show some compassion for their lover.

Cara Bristol:  What stands out to you about the Parseon world, its culture or people?

Katherine Deane:  The culture, definitely.  The people followed the new culture and structure, because it was the only way to save themselves from the warring.  The people were not as bad as made out to be.  Unfortunately, the strongest among them continued to push their closed minded beliefs onto everyone else.  It was good to see that there were bands of people willing to open their eyes; to see that the need for the harsh structure, (and lies) were not necessary any more.

I would actually like to know how the original protocol began. Why were females lowered to such degradation?  Was it because there were strong females who battled for supremacy in the older days?

Cara Bristol:  Hmm…maybe I could write a “prequel” after I write the series. What were the most visual aspects of the story?

Katherine Deane:  Please do!  I will be first in line to read it! I’m already picturing strong, dominant, beautiful women and handsome, aggressive men – sparks flying everywhere! Mmmmm, I can also picture some very hot sex and spankings in that one!  Keep me posted, please!

About the visual aspects, I loved how you vividly described everything, especially the beauty of the world, through Omra’s eyes, showing her youthful innocence, – just as a child sees things.  Wonder, adoration, excitement, purity… I loved it!

My favorite scene that shows this is the one where Dak is taking Omra back to his home, and they both take in the beauty of the surrounding foliage. I loved how the scene was described using both sight, touch, and smell.  This was probably my favorite scene as far as “visuals” go. I hope it’s ok for me to share it now.

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** *A wonder of verdant hues filled her vision, from the mosses and vines clinging to the trees, grasses waving in the breeze, the vividness of the leaves themselves. A branch of a large, bushy plant slapped against the conveyance as they passed, and she plucked off a tender leaf. She stroked it, marveling at the smoothness, and raised it to her nose.

“What are you doing?” The Commander frowned.

She recoiled. “I-I am smelling a leaf.”

He cocked his head. “Why?”

Because she hadn’t been outside the BCF walls in a year. Because she hadn’t danced in a meadow, raised her face to the rain, woven a garland of flowers, or watched fallen leaves soar on the wind. Before she could devise a response, he asked, “What does it smell like?” ***

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Cara Bristol:  The mantra at the back of my mind as I wrote it was, “show, don’t tell.” I think setting plays a big role in sci-fi (as it does in historical fiction) because the author creates an unfamiliar world. No one has been to Parseon. LOL.  This book also had more action, specifically violence, than my other books. What did you think about that aspect?

Katherine Deane:  The violence was done perfectly. Not too much, not too little. It was just right. It was a necessary part of the story.  And it built the characters and the world.  I liked the violence being shown to keep the story authentic (an aggressive world of alpha and beta males that did not include beatings and floggings would have not seemed realistic. And I prefer the stories I read, to make sense.).  But I appreciated that you did not go overboard with the violence.   This was a nice compromise that kept me happy, because ultimately, even though I like science fiction and adventure, I am still a romantic at heart.  I prefer the romance and growth to take a slight precedence over the action and drama.

Cara Bristol:  That raises another question. Did you find the story romantic?

Katherine Deane:  Totally!  Their biggest obstacles were the society, and its views, and their own individual conflicting emotions over their relationship.  They didn’t even have a word for “Love”.  It was alien to them.  Yet, they fought against their world, their protocol, and their original belief system, to embrace this one word they didn’t fully understand- love.  This was very romantic and beautiful!

Cara Bristol:  Do you have any questions for me?

Katherine Deane:  LOL, I have been chomping at the bit for a while now! Thanks. Here goes.

Where did you come up with the idea of this male dominated, futuristic society? That’s a very big jump from your Rod and Cane Series.

Cara Bristol:  It began with the notion of a society in which the law forced women into sexual slavery, to be used at a male’s whim. Obviously, I couldn’t set the story in contemporary times on this planet, and just as obviously (I hope!) the story developed well beyond that. Sexual slavery served as the seed, but it isn’t what ultimately grew. It’s like planting an apple seed, and getting an avocado tree.

Katherine Deane:  What do you think of the symbiotic nature of Parseon’s men and women?

Cara Bristol:  When the story begins, there is no real relationship between the sexes. Men need women for reproduction, but many in power resent even that. Women are completely marginalized. But Dak and Omra overcome society’s dictates and grow to complement each other, to support each other. He becomes her hero, and she becomes his heroine.

Katherine Deane:  I loved that.
What made you decide to write in both POV’s? I’m glad you did. It gave me an opportunity to get to know Dak better.

Cara Bristol:  All my other books have scenes and chapters from the hero’s POV, but those stories are primarily the heroine’s, so they are mostly told from her POV. Once I got into Breeder, I realized it was as much Dak’s story as Omra’s. In fact, I had to rein him in to keep him from taking over the whole novel. He is definitely alpha!

Katherine Deane:  Too funny! I love Alpha males!

Where are you going next?

Cara Bristol:  I have to finish writing Rod and Cane 5, tentatively titled Hasty Exits, and I have to write 30K novella for a sooper sekrit project under contract, and then I shall begin Breeder 2: Terran.

Thank you so much for having me. This was great fun.

Katherine Deane:  Thanks so much for swapping with me. It was fun! Congratulations!

I am already looking forward to the next one.  Good luck with the secret project. 🙂

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Breeder blurb

To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes M/F and M/M sexual practices.

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Breeder Excerpt

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm.

“You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

Torn Between Two Alphas – an Interview with Zac and Hayden

When I asked for interviews with two of the hottest new guys in the spanking fiction scene, (Zac Casper from Safe in his Arms, and Hayden Hawke from Captive’s Desire) I forgot to look in my date book, and accidentally slotted them for the same time.

Oops! (giggle)

The authors were kind enough to agree to a tandem interview, even though the men were less than thrilled.  But they adapted quickly, and gave one hell of a performance, leaving me breathless and completely satiated.  I’m going to have to forget my day planner a bit more often.

I mean… Oops!

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Black Ops / Ghost vs. Rebel CommanderInterviewing Zac Casper and Hayden Hawke

Katherine Deane takes a sip of coffee, and almost spits it out when her two interviewees walk through the door.

By far, the most intense, dominant, sexually intoxicating, handsome, Alpha men she has ever laid eyes on.  And there are two of them.  She fans herself, and takes a deep breath.

Katherine Deane:  Good morning, gentlemen. Thanks for agreeing to this interview. Please have a seat.

Zac:  Thanks for having us, Katherine. (He grins and takes a seat opposite her)

Katherine Deane: (licks her lips, as she takes stock of the man in front of her. Zac is gorgeous. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes.  He’s approximately 5’11, lean and muscular.  The kind of man who can captivate the attentions of a whole room, and disappear the next moment.)

Hayden:  (nods unsmiling, and sits) It’s nice to meet you Ms. Deane. (His stance is aggressive and commanding as he acknowledges the other male in the room. He gives an almost imperceptible tilt of his head toward Zac.)

Katherine Deane:  (watches the two Alpha males with growing awareness, making careful note of their interactions.  While Zac is muscular and wiry. Hayden is large and bulky.  A huge man, at least 6’3, strong, muscular, he looks capable of taking down any predator in his vicinity.  But his face softens his appearance.  He has ‘searing blue eyes, dark with specks of bright gold.  While his demeanor is tough and unyielding, his eyes show the kindness and love hidden inside.  This is the kind of man that could take on an entire force of enemy, and not bat an eyelash.)

Katherine Deane: (she points at the small bulges, lining their pockets) Well, I have to say, you both have some pretty impressive weapons.

Zac and Hayden: (both raise their eyebrows at her unintentional sexual innuendo)

Katherine Deane: (flushes) I mean, I can see that you have a weapon in your pocket. (Buries head in hands and groans)

Zac: (grins) we could just be happy to see you.

Katherine Deane: (squeaks)

Hayden: (frowns and sits straighter in his chair) I assure you, mine is larger, and will create quite an impact.

Zac: (scoffs) Well, mine is more economically sized for maneuverability, and can get into the tightest of places.  (Winks at KD) with a high impact and low chance of overall destruction.

Katherine Deane: Gentlemen, please.

Hayden: (growls and stands) You wanna see what I got?

Zac:  Hell yeah! (also stands)

Katherine Deane: (watches the standoff, wide eyed and nervous) Oh God.

Hayden: (reaches into his flight pants and pulls out a huge, futuristic ray gun.  The piece is made of a shiny, black metal Katherine has never seen before)

Zac: (pulls out a military grade looking revolver.  It is a dull black, with small scratches on the barrel.)

Both men exchange weapons and inspect, giving nods of respect over the individual pieces. After a few minutes of discussion over function and uses, the men give back their respective weapons, and sit.

Katherine Deane: I’m glad you two found something in common. Since you’re both military men, I thought weaponry might be a commonality.

Zac:  I bet our uses are different though. I need a quiet weapon sometimes.  Stealth and silence are necessary in my line of work.

Katherine Deane: You’re a former marine, right?

Zac: (nods). Yeah. Now I’m Black Ops.  My job is to get in and out unseen. I’m a ghost.

Hayden:  Cool.  My job is a bit louder, more aggressive.  There’s not much use for finesse in my line of work. Unless I’m flying.

Katherine Deane: Yes, you’re a rebel Commander in a futuristic world that is warring, correct?

Hayden: Correct.  We have been fighting to stay alive after escaping the dome we originally lived in.  When we fight, we fight loud, heavy, making big bangs and explosion.  While we want our location to be hidden, we don’t usually hide our fighting. We want them to fear our capabilities. The bigger the bang, the better.

Zac: (grins) I like big bangs. I have some pretty good knowledge of explosives.

Hayden: Awesome. If you ever want to compare notes…

Katherine Deane:  (rolls her eyes). All right gentlemen. That’s enough “Kumbaya’ing” (she grumbles)

Zac and Hayden: (raise eyebrows, and look at each other thoughtfully)

Katherine Deane: Would you like to talk about your fighting skills, hand to hand, martial arts, anything?

Hayden: I think I see where this is going.

Katherine Deane: You do?

Zac: Yeah. You’re pretty easy to read. (Grins) You want to antagonize us, so we’ll fight. Give you a little action.

Hayden: (jumps in smoothly) The thought of watching two alpha males duking it out, arouses you, Ms. Deane, doesn’t it?

Katherine Deane: (shrugs in embarrassment) Yes, it does. I’m sorry. But holy cow, you guys are just oozing testosterone! I haven’t felt this much energy in one space, in a long time.  It’s a little overwhelming.  How do your girlfriends handle all your cool Alpha-ness?

Hayden: (smiles for the first time, and chuckles) Livvie didn’t take too well to me when we first met.  I spanked her, and dragged her to safety. It was pretty much nonconsensual. And stubborn little thing that she is, she wouldn’t believe me that she was in danger from her own people.

Katherine Deane:  You spanked her on your very first meeting?

Hayden:  I spanked her several times. Hard. With this very hard, strong, calloused hand. (He claps his palms together)

Katherine Deane: (flinches and bites her lip) Wow. I bet that was an explosive start to your relationship.

Hayden: (leans in and whispers) The sex is even hotter.

Katherine Deane: (swallows hard, and fans herself)

Katherine Deane: (turns to Zac) How about you and Becca?  Non-con and explosive first spankings?

Zac: (shakes head and smiles) Nah, our spankings have been pretty consensual.  In fact, when we first met, years ago, she asked me to spank her. It was fun and sexy, and also how she ended up becoming pregnant with my son, Parker.

Katherine Deane: Congratulations. Um, on the son. Not the spanking… (gets flustered)

Zac:  (Laughs) Thanks. I love being a father. But I also love being with Becca.  She’s my soul mate.  It was really hard ghosting in and out of their lives.

Katherine Deane: I’m so glad you were able to work it out to all be together.

Zac:  Me too.  And in answer to your next question, yes, the sex is fantastic.  Spankings really turn both of us on.  I have had to punish her a few times though.

Katherine Deane: Did she fight it, kicking and screaming?

Zac: No. She understood what she had done, and agreed to the punishment.  It was hard for both of us.

Hayden:  I understand what you’re saying.  A few of Livvie’s punishments have been pretty hard for me also.

Katherine Deane: (rolls eyes) Why do guys always say that? Spankings hurt, especially punishment ones.  There’s no control.  No safe word.  Don’t get me wrong. I like being spanked. But I still think it’s funny when a Top says it hurts him also.

Zac: (loses his grin.)

Hayden: (His face becomes rigid and stern) Don’t roll your eyes and scoff at us.  We are trying to be honest with you.  And you’re being disrespectful.

Katherine Deane: (flushes) I’m sorry.

Hayden: Sorry, what?

Katherine Deane: (lowers eyes)  Sorry, Commander.

Hayden: All right, let’s carry on.

Katherine Deane: Wow, you’re really good at that.

Hayden:  (shrugs) I’m a rebel Commander, fighting for my life, and the lives of those around me.  If I don’t take charge effectively, people could die.

Katherine Deane: Oh. Is that why you used a butt plug on Livvie? To put her in a space of true submissiveness, so she would follow orders, and stay safe?

Hayden: (laughs) Well, that’s part of it.  She was, and still is quite the handful.  But in all honesty, she likes my dominance.  It arouses her.

Zac: That’s how Becca is too.  She is a strong woman.  Did you know she raised my son, by herself for years before I could get back to them? I respect her so much.  But I’ll have to tell you, some of our best sex happens when I dominate her.

Katherine Deane: That’s awesome. I’m glad that you have each found your soul mates, and wish you many long years of happiness, love, and of course, hard spankings.

Zac: Thank you. So whaddya say, Hayden? Want to set up a sparring session, so we can give Katherine a show?

Hayden:  Sounds great. Let me call my author quick, and check my availability. (Picks up futuristic cell phone, and calls author, Natasha Knight)

Katherine Deane: (leans toward Zac).  This will be so interesting to see. Your martial arts, and hand to hand expertise, against his brute strength and no holds barred fighting, is going to be fantastic! Can I invite a few girlfriends?

Zac:  Sure. The more the merrier.

Katherine Deane and Zac: (turn to hear a female voice yelling from the speaker phone)

Natasha Knight: (voice over speaker phone) … just ridiculous… over an hour… get your butt back here!

Hayden: (firm and deadly quiet) That’s. Enough.  (Claps palms together, hard)

Natasha Knight: (her voice falls silent)

Hayden:  This is not the mutual respect we agreed to give each other is it, Ms. Knight?

Natasha Knight:  No (sighs) Sorry.

Hayden: I will be back in less than ten minutes.  I want you in the corner, bare bottom, prepared for a discussion about respect.

Natasha Knight: (grumbles) not fair. Other authors don’t get spanked by their characters.

Hayden: Stop pouting, and get ready please.

Natasha Knight: All right, all right!

Hayden: (clears throat)

Natasha Knight:  I meant, Yes, Commander Hawke. (sighs)

Hayden: And the sparring match with Zac?

Natasha Knight: You’re free all next week. Please don’t get hurt.

Hayden: (laughs) I won’t get hurt. Thanks for caring. Now, corner, please.

Hayden: (hangs up, and meets Katherine’s wide eyed gaze)

Katherine Deane: You, spank her?

Hayden: (shrugs) A few times. Everyone has a part to play in the building of these books.  And everyone deserves respect. She agrees, and would be disappointed if I didn’t say something.

Katherine Deane: I guess that makes sense.  How about you, Zac? You don’t spank Renee Rose, do you?

Zac: (eyes twinkle as he grins) hell yeah, I do! She asks me to spank her sometimes when she can’t focus.  It’s more of a release sort of session.

Katherine Deane: Wow. That is, um, really cool.

Hayden: So how about next Wednesday for the sparring match?

Zac: Works for me.

Katherine Deane: That sounds wonderful guys, thank you so much.

Zac: No problem.

Hayden: See you next week.

They all rise and shake hands.  The two men walk out the door, leaving Katherine alone.

Katherine Deane: (grumbles) I guess it’s time to create my own Alpha male.

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Safe in His Arms

By Renee Rose

For as long as she could remember, Becca dreamed of a dominant man to take her in hand, and Zac, the handsome Marine she met at her sister’s wedding, filled the role with aplomb… for a weekend. Then the fling came to an end, Zac went off to war and died for his country, and Becca learned she carried a child who would be born without a father.

Seven years later, Becca has done her best to move on and forget about Zac… until the day she walks into her kitchen to find the man she believed she would never see again locked in mortal combat with her son’s nanny, and realizes everything she thought she knew about Zac was a lie.

Like all Black Ops agents, Zac doesn’t exist in any government record. His life is a series of deadly missions, and relationships of any kind are unsanctioned. But he keeps one secret. He watches over Becca, the beautiful daughter of a rogue agent, and Parker, the six-year-old boy he fathered that fateful weekend. When he spots a known assassin in their apartment posing as a nanny, he’s forced to reveal himself and take them to safety… whether Becca likes it or not.

While Becca may have enjoyed his dominance once, bending her to his will again may not be quite so easy. He is determined to keep her safe, however, and if a long, hard spanking is required, he is more than willing to oblige. Having Becca over his knee rekindles more than his passion, though; even when the immediate danger has passed, he finds it much more difficult to “ghost out” on his family again. Must he resign himself to protecting those he loves from afar, or can he find a way to be the man Becca needs and longs for, the man who is worthy of her submission and her love?

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Captive’s Desire

By Natasha Knight

Olivia has spent years training to hunt and kill the dangerous savages who live outside the dome which protects her city, and she stands ready to carry out her mission with pride… until the day she is shot down and her life is changed forever.

Pulled from the wreckage by a man unlike any she has ever seen—a massive, gruff, yet strangely handsome brute who is not afraid to bare her bottom and spank her soundly to compel her obedience—she is brought into the midst of the people she once sought to wipe out, and her rescuer becomes both her captor and her protector.

From the instant he sets eyes upon her, Hayden is certain that there will be a special place in his heart for Olivia. He knows the struggle she will face as she breathes the clean, free air outside the dome and the drugs in her system wear off, leaving her exposed to desires more powerful than she can imagine—desires that he will be more than prepared to fulfill when she is ready.

As the days pass, Olivia grows more and more disturbed by what she sees around her—husbands and wives, children and families, all healthy and unharmed by the supposedly poisoned air. Far more disturbing, though, are her growing feelings for Hayden. She finds herself wanting him in a way that she cannot understand, and her need for him grows stronger with every passing hour. She knows that soon she will ask for him to take her, and that when he is finished it will not be long before she kneels at his feet, blushing with shame while begging for more.

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