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Adaline Raine stops by with her sexy new erotic romance!

I am so excited to have Adaline Raine visiting me today. This story sounds like so much fun. Hehe, I love the premise of this story. 🙂

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Excerpt:

Tristan took the pads of his thumbs to press lightly but firmly around her hips bones. Her career kept her scrunched over her desk for countless hours and was taking a toll on them. He gently caressed down and up but without a pattern.

Finally he moved all the way up to her temples. He was careful to use his ring finger, the one with the lightest touch, and finished there. “Are you completely relaxed now?”

“Yessir.” She blended the two words together, seemingly loopy from the blissful state he helped her get to. Gretchen blinked a few times to clear her head then cocked an eyebrow. “Can we have sex? I mean is it in the cards?”

“Why do you want to have sex?” Tristan watched her mull over the question and she looked confused. He was sure most couples who engaged in the sort of activity they just did would want to have sex but they weren’t most. Hell, they weren’t even a couple.

“Uh, well, why not?” Gretchen shrugged and did not elaborate.

“That’s another question, not an answer.”

“I just want to make you feel as good as I do.” She sat up slowly until she met his chest.

“There are lots of different ways you can make me feel good.” Tristan liked her consideration but he didn’t want her to feel like he was taking advantage of her. “What skills do you have?”

“I’m a writer, I mean duh you knew that.” She shook her head. “Uh, I’m really creative so I tend to do things most people don’t think of.”

“Are you going to write a story with me in it, enjoying myself?”

“Well, um, no.” Gretchen scooted a little closer. “What sort of things help you relax?”

“Rubbing you down ranks way up there.” Tristan ran his hand along her jawline. “But you seem to be focused on sexual things. Is that what you want?”

“It’s not about what I want anymore tonight. I’m sorry if I made it sound like that,” she sighed softly. “I am attracted to you.”

“Then show me just how much.”

“May I suck you off, Sir?”

Tristan felt his cock grow hard at the offer. He definitely would not mind her hot little mouth on him but then what? Her eyes finally won him over in the end. “Yes.”

 

Blurb:

Gretchen Williams had finally been offered her dream job. After years of writing—screenplays, various freelance jobs, and erotic spanking romance—one of her book series had been adapted for television. She had been over the moon at the invitation to join the crew on set and overlook day to day operations.  Of course she never expected to wind up as the whipping girl. The main actress balked at the idea of a hand coming anywhere near her perfect round behind, and after some deliberations Gretchen offers up her derriere for showbiz . She never dreamed her bottom would be on display for everyone to see, but the bigger problem is the sudden attention from the male lead actor.  Tristan Callahan knew exactly what he was signing up for when he accepted the contract for a one year term, tentative for a second season at best. The subject matter appealed to him for a variety of reasons, ones he kept to himself. Until Gretchen throws a temper tantrum like a true diva. He takes her in hand, right in her own trailer, proving that he’s been doing very little acting so far.  They embark into a secret D/s relationship.  When photos of them together at a local BDSM dungeon surface and leak to the media, they find themselves with tough choices to make. Will their relationship overcome the scandal or is Gretchen doomed to say goodbye to Tristan in true Hollywood fashion?

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“I’m going to undress you and put you to bed.” – Jaye Peaches visits

Jaye Peaches is visiting today, and sharing her sexy new story with us!  Did you see the cover? It is magnificent. It combines two of my favorite things – eroticism and good wine. Come on, who else loves a great glass of wine? Yep, I’m hooked, and can’t wait to read this one, especially after the scene from below. Here’s Jaye 🙂

 

Hello Katherine and thank you for the chance to share my latest book – Indulge Me

This story is something of a sensory journey for the lead characters, not just in their love of wine, but along a path of erotic exploration. Gideon has up to now treated Saffron to fun erotic games. Not tonight. She’s had too much alcohol and he’s had to bring a different side of him, one she’s not seen before – the dominant.

 

“Let’s get you upstairs to bed.” He propelled her out of the room and back towards the stairs.

“Ooh, yes, bed.” She tripped on the first step in her excitement. Gideon maintained a tight grip on her elbow and steadied Saffron as she climbed the stairs.

“I don’t understand,” she mumbled. “I didn’t have that much alcohol.”

“You’re used to spitting.”

“I can hold my drink. I’ll have you know,” She pivoted at the top. “Last weekend, I drank at least a bottle on my own.” She regretted the indignant aside the moment she’d said it. She sounded like a piss artist, somebody who drank at every opportunity, as if to make up for the compulsory sobriety at work.

He didn’t comment and directed her towards a door. Another rather plain room with a wardrobe, chest of drawers, a bed and en-suite bathroom.

The walls were horrendously bare, just like downstairs. She loved pictures and covered the walls of her rooms with photographs she’d taken: Tuscan landscapes, snow clad Alps or the mountains of New Zealand. She sometimes treated herself to paintings, paying a small fortune for luxury of paint rather than print. Gideon’s plain interior troubled her, probably because pictures would have helped shown Saffron his tastes and provide more insights into his psyche.

“This place isn’t really mine,” said Gideon.

He’d been watching her, seen something on her face—an expression she’d pulled?—she wasn’t aware of it, but as she was discovering, Gideon didn’t require overt clues in order to read her thoughts. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, struggling to ignore the weight of her heavy eyelids.

Gideon pointed at the bed. “Why don’t you sit before you fall over?”

She plonked her weary body on the edge of the mattress. “I am tired,” she declared in an emphatic tone. “Being tipsy and tired does make me seem drunk.”

“Of course.” Gideon raised an eyebrow and smirked.

She patted the bed next to her. “Here, there’s room for two.” The double bed occupied a large portion of the room, but it wasn’t king size. It didn’t look queen sized, either. “It will be cosy,” she added.

“I’m sleeping on the armchair downstairs.” He stepped away.

Loosening her jaw, her mouth dropped open. “No.” She blinked, squeezing her bleary eyes tight together before opening them again. “I’ve been waiting since—”

“You can wait a little longer, Saffron. I don’t bed intoxicated women.”

She deflated—her shoulders sagged and she hung her head with obvious disappointment. Amongst her so-called intoxication, she discerned the tingling sensation lurking in her loins. “You gave me the fucking wine,” she grumbled and kicked her high heels against the divan.

“To enjoy. And don’t swear.” He seemed cross. He clawed at the knot in his tie and loosened it, then unbuttoned his waistcoat.

Her hopes raised—he was reconsidering! She leaned back on her elbows and parted her knees, just enough to show the tops of her stockings. “And now I want something else to enjoy.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

Gideon crouched by her feet, lifted the heel of one foot and undid the strap. Her pulse rate shot up. “Yes, oh, yes.” Undress me!

“I don’t fuck women who are not in a fit state to give consent.” He looked up at her with those bottomless pit eyes, so black and deep—such a stern gaze. Annoyed at his assumption she was unfit to know her own mind, she snatched her foot out of his grip, and the shoe came way in his hand.

Gideon sighed, puffing out his lips. “Your petulance is only helping you lose this argument. This is not the girl I licked wine off on Wednesday, is it?”

God, he sounds just like Dad. “No,” she snapped. “She’s a little pissed off.”

“Pissed, but not off,” he added swiftly. He tugged on the other shoe. “I’m going to undress you and put you to bed.” He placed her high heels neatly side by side. It reflected something else about the house—it was spick and span, devoid of clutter and unnecessary objects. Gideon was fastidious in everything he did.

She collapsed back on the bed, covered her face with her hands and groaned. The change in position triggered another wave of dizziness. Perhaps, he was right. It had been a hectic week, another late night and her tolerance for alcohol had dropped significantly. She unmasked her face to find Gideon leaning over her.

“Sweetheart, there is tomorrow, be patient.” He lowered his lips and kissed her.

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Blurb:

 

She sees him once.

He’s standing across the wine cellar watching her when their eyes meet. Miles away from home in California’s Napa Valley, she’s caught in his gaze. Though, neither one speaks, for a moment the rest of the world falls away, and she sends him a smile.

She sees him again.

Back home in England. Is it the same man? In the middle of a crowded wine fair, she spots him. A smile of recognition, but no words exchanged. She shakes it off, the same line of business, the same events, it’s a small world.

The third is no coincidence.

She’s running a private tasting and in walks her mystery man, dressed in a fine suit. What does she really know about him other than they share a love of wine? She’s intrigued, even more so when she discovers he has sought her out. When he invites her to a private session in a wine cellar, deep underneath a castle, she begins to uncover his secrets.

Saffron surrenders her body and embarks on an indulgent journey with the attractive sommelier, Gideon. As a wine taster, Saffron continually uses her senses to carve out a successful career, driving her to the peak of her profession. However, when Gideon leads her on an erotic adventure fueled by passion and self-discovery, she’s startled to learn that she’s been living her life ignorant of sensory pleasures that require other talents, ones she’d never explored with her previous, disastrous lover. That man, who envies her success, is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved.

 

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Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches – to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission.

When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

 

Jaye lives in NW England.

 

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I don’t need an excuse to spank- from Renee Rose

Renee Rose is stopping by with a sexy excerpt from His Captive Mortal. It was originally released as Loose Morals, but has been edited and re-released; and boy is it hot! Here she is 🙂

I don’t need an excuse to spank – a sexy snippet from His Captive Mortal by Renee Rose

Hi Katherine, thanks so much for having me on your blog today!  I’m bringing my hot paranormal hero Charlie for a visit. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t mind being an uninvited guest. In His Captive Mortal, he barges into Sasha’s apartment and makes himself at home, changing her life with his sexy dominant ways.  Here’s an example:

He pushed himself up to sit, resting his back against the headboard. “I think you have five seconds to lay yourself across my lap.”

Butterflies took flight in her belly. “What did I do?”

He gave one sharp shake of his head. “I don’t need an excuse to spank. If I decide you need a spanking, you get a spanking. Now lie over my lap.”

She wanted to argue. His logic didn’t make sense, after all, but she wanted to see where this would go. Maybe it was a result of the dream, in which he’d whipped her for no reason and she’d seemed to love it. She knelt beside him and draped herself across his lap, liquid already beginning to seep from her pussy.

He ran a cool hand across her cheeks in a caress that somehow made her feel beautiful. As if in affirmation of her impression, he remarked, “A perfect ass.” And with that declaration, he began to spank hard and fast, like he had that first night when she’d tried to stab him with a wooden stake.

She wriggled. “Ow…ooh.” She wanted to be turned on by it—like she’d been in her dream—except it hurt too much for her to feel anything but pain. “Ow. Hey!”

“Quiet, little mortal.”

She struggled to keep her sound effects to herself, though why she tried so hard to please and obey him confused her. At what point had she given in? But she couldn’t think when he was slapping her at a rhythm faster than “Uptown Funk”. She gripped the bedspread and kicked her legs, clamping down on her back teeth to keep from crying out. Pain overtook all her senses and she had just started to become angry when he stopped, as abruptly as he’d started.

Before she could draw another breath, he had pulled her onto her back beside him and covered her body with his own, kissing her with a passion that made her stomach drop. Everything he’d stirred up with the spanking—embarrassment, anger, lust, tears—came pouring out in her response to his kiss. She met his desire with her own, yanking his head down, arching her pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. She wanted him to take her in every sense of the word, but he broke away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”

“Wench?” she demanded, wrapping a fist in his shirt and attempting to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”

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His Captive Mortal

When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.

**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

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Daddies Care for Their Littles: Aftercare is Everything – by Renee Rose

I am super excited to have Renee Rose visiting today with her new (and it’s her first!!!!) age play!  She did a great job with this sexy and sweet story, but also got me thinking in a lot of different ways. She addressed several issues that impacted me as well. Passive aggression was a big one for me. 🙂 And today it’s all about aftercare. Thanks for stopping by!

Take it away, Renee!

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Daddies Care for Their Littles: Aftercare is Everything

by Renee Rose

Hi Katherine, thanks for having me today!

I wanted to talk about aftercare today. The humiliation of a spanking creates vulnerability in the bottom. It’s one of the things we perhaps crave– being forced to let down our walls and be naked emotionally with someone.  Of course, if that moment of vulnerability isn’t handled right, the entire spanking scene could go awry.  In this scene from Her Hollywood Daddy, Joel just gave Marissa her first spanking and, insecure starlet that she is, she experiences a moment of panic that he will simply shake her hand and send her out the door.

 

The brush disappeared and his hand massaged her swollen ass, the heat making her flinch.

She continued to cry. Insecurity blasted through her. How would she ever look him in the eye again? What if he pushed her out the door with a wham, bam, thank you ma’am and never let her back on the movie? What if he told everyone?

“Don’t…don’t leave me,” she blurted with a sob, then froze, wishing she could pull the words back into her foolish mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that. Leave her? How could he leave her when he wasn’t even dating her? She held her breath, wanting to slither off his lap and hide under the sofa.

Joel lifted her up to cradle on his lap. “Of course I won’t leave you. Daddies don’t leave their Little’s just because they’ve been naughty.”

She covered her face in her hands.

He pried her fingers back. His gaze was warm and loving, as if she were his beloved child and not an unreliable co-star with a huge cold sore on her lip. He kissed her wet cheek. “The spanking’s over and you’re forgiven.” He pulled her head against his chest and stroked her hair.

She leaned into his warmth, his gentleness soothing her raw emotions. It was a surreal moment. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked, not angry, just trying to understand him, or what just went down.

As if in response, his cock twitched beneath her bare thigh. The corner of his mouth turned up, but he shook his head. “No.” He stroked his thumb across her collarbone and down, cupping one breast. “Well, yes, some of it,” he admitted with a wolfish smile as he flicked her nipple with his thumbnail. “You looked pretty cute standing in the corner.” His cock moved against her bottom.

His arousal reassured her, gave her a sliver of confidence back. She wanted him—needed him, actually. She kissed him lightly on the neck. Then again a little higher, on his earlobe.

His cock pressed more insistently, but he nudged her off his lap to stand. Before she had a chance to register her disappointment, he stood and scooped her back into his arms, carrying her down the hall to a beautiful master bedroom.

 

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Her Hollywood Daddy

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.

Publisher’s Note:  This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.

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Lucky Leprechauns, Sexy Euphemisms, and Dirty Truck Talk – a real interview with Aubrey Cara

 

Aubrey Cara’s in the hot seat.  We are having a good old fashioned, fun, slightly inappropriate at times, interview about her brand new book, Taming Kat. 😉 It all started when I read the scene where Caleb nicknamed Kat’s most private part, his lucky leprechaun…

 

Katherine Deane: So Aubrey, let’s get down to business.

The leprechaun- Lucky little bastard that hoards gold or the red headed stepchild of the hoohah?

Aubrey Cara: Did you just say red headed stepchild of the hoohah?

Katherine Deane: Inquiring minds want to know.

Aubrey Cara: I um…well–

Katherine Deane: And in all fairness, why didn’t Caleb get a nickname?

Aubrey Cara: Caleb or his penis?

Katherine Deane: His penis

Aubrey Cara: hooha, penis fly trap, and leprechaun weren’t enough horrible euphemisms in one book?

Katherine Deane: I’ll see your hoohah, penis fly trap, and leprechaun, and raise you a spam javelin, womb ferret, and a Just-in Beaver.

Aubrey Cara: Just-in Beaver? That is brilliantly horrifying. I, um—I suppose I’ll see your spam javelin, womb ferret, and Just-in Beaver and raise you a liquid gold miner, Texas Momba, bald-headed yogurt slinger.

Katherine Deane: Bwhahaha, Okay, okay, enough with the penis talk already. You  distracted me so much, I don’t know what I wanted to ask next! So let’s move on to the issue of the truck. So…. Caleb giving Kat his truck for a few days. That’s a pretty big step for a dude, especially, a Texan, right? You know in some cultures, they would be considered legally married at this point.

Aubrey Cara: It’s true. The Right Of The Truck, or TROFT for short, has resulted in numerous unwitting marriages. I’m hoping to spread awareness. Also, circling a barn with a man, especially a rancher, can and will lead to pregnancy. A rancher’s sperm, much like their truck, tend to ‘get the job done’. If you know what I mean.

Katherine Deane: aaaand now we are back to penis talk again. Seriously, how big is Caleb’s stroker kit?

Aubrey Cara: <holds hands up to an impressive, if not intimidating width>

Katherine Deane: I bet he reeeeeeally knows how to use the ol’ Master / Slave Cylinder. Hehe, has Kat ever blown his tranny?

Aubrey Cara: More than once, and in great detail.

Katherine Deane: Um, okay I was trying to talk about truck euphemisms, and you completely discomfuddled me. How about we talk about safewords?

Aubrey Cara: Do I need a safeword?

Katherine Deane: No, I’d like to be serious for a minute, and stop jawing about peni’s. (Penis’s? What the heck is the plural form of penis , anyway?) Why did Kat safeword during their talk? They had the miscommunication, he had already loaned her his truck for Gawd’s sake. Didn’t she trust him to safely discuss her feelings?

Aubrey Cara: Poor girl had no idea she’d already taken a big step by driving the man’s truck. 🙂 At the moment she safewords having any type of discussion would have been too exposing. She was feeling broken and vulnerable. Caleb is 100% Dom, but he always respects a sub’s prerogative to safeword. Kat (unfortunately for her poor posterior) uses this against him, the silly girl.

Safewording out of a convo with a man that has a penchant for spanking you is never a good idea. Saying you’re sorry often involves a sore bottom.

Katherine Deane: I totally get that.

Aubrey Cara: A sore bottom?

Katherine Deane: Mmmm, yeah, sore bottoms are lovely. What were we talking about again?

Aubrey Cara: Safewords It’s important to be with a man that you know will respect your safeword.

Katherine Deane: Ohhh, like if he chooses Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious in pig latin? Probably not a good sign, eh?

Aubrey Cara: That is a good indicator you’re with a man that is not going to respect your safeword. Also, if he doesn’t ask you for one, and then when you tell him yours he shrugs, and utters a noncommittal, “Okay,” or “Baby, safewords are lame,” or “That’s nice”. That’s never a good sign.

Katherine Deane: Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got a good one! If your guys says your safe word is “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” hehe

Aubrey Cara: After you’re tied he’s suddenly all, “Me no hablo ingles”.

Katherine Deane: Como se’, WTF?!

Aubrey Cara: <snorts> Definitely a bad sign!!

Katherine Deane: Well, I totally enjoyed talking about Caleb and Kat; penis’s; spankings; and the worst safe words in the history of D/s

Aubrey Cara: I’m forever grateful no one had to cry Fluggaenkoecchicebolsen during the course of this interview.

Katherine Deane: in pig latin!

Aubrey Cara: (LOL)

Katherine Deane: So, what’s next? Mimi seems like she should get her own story.

Aubrey Cara: Yes, Mimi and Mason, who both play small roles in Taming Kat will be getting their own book. It’s due out early spring. (I’m revising right now)

Katherine Deane: Jackpot!! That means we can have another interview! (rubs hands together and inserts an evil Muwahahaha)

Aubrey Cara: I will be brushing up on my euphemisms, so come prepared.

Katherine Deane: Challenge accepted, worthy adversary of peni puns.  Thanks again for chatting with me 😉

Aubrey Cara: Thank you for having me!!

 

Excerpt:

He whipped her towel off. She squeaked as he set her ass on the edge of the counter, splaying her thighs wide. He could already see the moisture at her apex. “I love your cute little pussy.” He reached down to spread her wetness over her opening, thrusting his fingers inside to watch her head fall back on a moan. “All smooth, but for a little fluff on top. I love the little tuft of red hair at the top, like it’s my own little leprechaun. I get lucky every time I rub it.” He could feel her muscles clamp down and squeeze his fingers as he worked them inside her.

 “You did not,” she panted, “Just.. call..my pussy… a fucking lepreahhh—” The rest of what she would have said cut off as he leaned down to take her clit in his mouth, sucking it in before gently biting down. He was rewarded with her shriek. Her hands pulled his hair as her channeled spasmed on his fingers. Her honey poured over his hand as she came.

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Blurb:

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee, city girl Kat Martin’s part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in daily close proximity to her one and only one-night stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He’s bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants.

 

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Her First Spanking- Call Me Yours, by Casey McKay

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I am so excited about Casey’s fun new book!!!

I just got it, and am starting it tonight. 🙂

I can already tell it is going to be lots of fun!!

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Thanks for letting me invade for the day Katherine! I brought a sexy excerpt I hope your readers will like. This is the first contemporary story I have written in a while and it always seems hard to write the spankings in without making the characters seem out of line. One way to make this a little easier is to have my heroine, Caitlin, interested in spanking. It turns her on, she can’t stop thinking about it, and while she wants Simon to spank her, she’s also really scared.

I tried to make that part as real life as possible. As someone who had the spanko thoughts and tendencies for such a long time without ever actually experiencing a spanking– I know what it’s like to be freaked out by the real thing. We always make things so much more intense in our minds, when in real life, especially for sexy fun, a spanking can be delightful 😉

Here is a scene where Caitlin is just figuring out there may be different kinds of spankings out there:

 

            He slammed her up against the wall as he flung the door shut behind them. He pressed his body into hers as he kissed a trail down her neck.

            “Mmm,” she moaned. “Am I still pushing your buttons?” She hoisted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

            He cupped her ass and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. She let out a squeal.

            “Most definitely,” he answered her question. He slid first one shoe off of her foot, then the other, as his thumb brushed over the open blisters and cuts on her feet he shook his head. “What did you do?”

            “How do you do that?” She threw a hand over her eyes and laughed. Her voice was husky but a slight slur hinted at how much alcohol she had consumed.

            “Do what?” he asked as he assessed the more severe looking cuts.

            “You’re such a dick one second and then so sweet the next.”

            He looked down at her, unmoving, until she removed her hand from her face. She looked back at him with wide eyes.

            “You think I’m a dick?” He tried and failed to keep the mirth from his voice.

            She looked unsure how to answer.

            He kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. “If I act like a dick it’s only because you are completely unreasonable.”

            “I am not!” she retorted as she tried to push herself up off the bed.

            He thwarted her efforts by grasping her ankles in one hand and lifting her lower half in the air. He cracked his palm against the seat of her jeans, though they were so tight he doubted they offered much protection.

            “Ow!” she yelled, but laughter followed in wake of her protest.

            “Let me show you how much of a Neanderthal I can really be.” He cracked his hand down again and she jerked her hips up trying to dodge his blow.

            “Simon,” she started.

            He spanked again, across the center of her ass. His cock throbbed thinking that he had just left a pink hand print across her ample buttocks.

            He brought his hand down again, he spanked fast, peppering her bottom in smart slaps.

            She wiggled and groaned.

            After a dozen spanks he lowered her legs. She looked up at him with wide eyes while she panted. “I’m sorry. That was mean of me.”

            He smiled down at her as he covered her with his body, pushing her higher up the mattress. “It was probably an accurate description.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and couldn’t stop his hands from wandering to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up.

            “Then why did you spank me?” she asked when he disconnected their kiss long enough to drag her shirt up over her head. He unclasped her bra and disposed of that as well.

            “Because you looked like you could use it.” He winked at her as she let her mouth hang open in surprise.

            He dipped his head down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He laved the bud into a hardened peak as his hand caressed her other breast.

            “Can I tell you something?” she whispered.

            He raised his head to look at her face. Her cheeks were tinged pink with arousal or embarrassment, he wasn’t sure which.

            “I’ve been nervous about you spanking me since that morning I woke up in your bed,” she said in a rush, then she squeezed her eyes shut.

            “Really?”

            “Yeah, but that wasn’t so bad. Amanda’s right, you really are just a big teddy bear.” She blew out a breath and looked back at him.

            He let out a slow ominous laugh, “Oh, honey, that was nothing.”

            “What?” her eyebrows raised up and she blinked at him.

            “I assure you, when I really spank you, you won’t be calling me a big teddy bear.”

            “Oh,” she responded and licked her lips.

            He lowered his head back down to her breast before he gave in and laughed at her reaction. He had just knocked her off balance and he was dying to know what was going through her head.

 

Call Me Yours Blurb:

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He’s a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don’t take life seriously– especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon’s methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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