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Megan Michaels visits with a touching excerpt

Hey friends,

I am so excited to have my friend, Megan Michaels visiting today with her brand new book, Mastering Inga. I have already bought my copy and can’t wait to read it. This one is going to be more than just a sexy BDSM. After reading the excerpt, you’ll see- this one is going to have some wonderful depth and emotions. My favorite kind of read. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into this one! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

 

Hi Katherine~

Thank you for having me on with Mastering Inga! This book dealt with the loss of Garrett’s first wife, Annie. There were many times that I was in tears writing this book, tapping into all the feelings of loss for friends and family that have gone before me. Today I am going to share an excerpt of an actual conversation I had with my daughter when she was three years old after we lost two important people within the same week…

Excerpt

Just recently, Madalyn had been confused about where Mommy was and she’d asked him, “Daddy, why did Mommy look like she was sleeping in that box at that building?”

Garrett had paused. “What box, sweetie? At what building?”

Madalyn had sighed in exasperation. “The building that had all the pretty flowers in it. Everyone stood in line to stare at Mommy. Was that Heaven? Grandma says Heaven is real pretty and she says Mommy is in Heaven. So that building was full of flowers and was real pretty, and it must be Heaven. Mommy looked like she was sleeping. How do we know she wasn’t sleeping, Daddy?”

God, here we go. How do I answer these questions?

Garrett had taken a deep breath. “Well, first that building wasn’t Heaven. I know it was pretty, and it had a lot of flowers, but that building is what we call a funeral home.”

She’d questioned further. “But Mommy is in Heaven, right?”

Garrett had been raised to believe this, and underneath it all, he probably still believed Anne was in Heaven. But with the sadness and anger he’d been feeling, it was difficult for him to acknowledge there was even a God anymore.

What God takes away a woman at thirty-four years old — suddenly — and leaves two small children without a mother?

“Yes, sweetie. Grandma is right. Mommy’s in Heaven and it’s very pretty.” He’d fallen back on his upbringing, and repeated the phrases he’d often heard as a child.

Madalyn had scrunched up her eyebrows. “Does she live in that box they had her in at that funnel house?”

Garrett had chuckled. “Funeral home. No, she doesn’t live in that box. That’s just so people could see her.”

Madalyn had nodded. She’d seemed satisfied with the answer, at least for the time being. Madalyn wasn’t quite done though. “But, Daddy, she looked like she was sleeping. She looked like that in bed when it was early in the morning. How do we know she wasn’t just sleeping? Maybe she’s in Heaven by mistake?”

Garrett had pulled Madalyn into his lap. “Mommy wasn’t sleeping, sweetie. Mommy’s dead. She’s not coming back.” Garrett had fixed her pony tail while they were talking, letting the task give him time to formulate his response. “You know how your toys stop working, and we say that the batteries are dead?”

Madalyn had nodded.

“It’s like that, except nobody can put batteries back in. Once the batteries die, there aren’t any more left. Mommy’s batteries stopped working.”

Madalyn had sat staring into space for a while. Finally, she’d nodded, tears in her eyes. “Just like my CD player. When the batteries died, it didn’t play music anymore. Mommy’s music is gone.” She’d nodded again, as if to confirm her conclusion. “And she can’t laugh or talk anymore, right, Daddy?”

The tears had burned his eyes then, and he’d swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Yes, sweetie, Mommy’s music is gone. She can’t laugh or talk.” He’d wiped the tears off her little face, looking her in the eyes. “I miss her too, Madalyn.”

He couldn’t hold his own tears back anymore, and before he could swipe at them, Madalyn threw her arms around his neck, and they’d just held one another, crying and rocking back and forth.

And that’s how the questions usually happened. Sporadic and impromptu, coming when he’d least expected them. He found it difficult to know what to say, and when the discussions were over, as painful as they were, the one thing he’d worried about most… was simply saying the right thing.

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Naked woman and young man

Blurb

 

To Inga, serving wasn’t just a job — it was who she was, right down to her bones. The picture of the tall, dark and handsome physician in the assignment profile intrigued her more than the money he offered, more than the generous live-in accommodations, more even than the chance for her to be a caregiver to his two young children in America. No, the picture of the childrens’ father sparked something else in her — an even deeper desire. A need to serve him. For Inga still yearned to serve a man — in every way he required.

A prominent surgeon, wealthy, attractive, and successful, Garrett seemed to have the perfect life. But underneath all of that, he knew one thing for certain: he was a mess. Losing his wife had been devastating enough, but raising two children — alone — only made recovering from her death that much more difficult. Somehow they’d made it through though, scarred, but together. Now, it was time to do something positive, time to take a step forward. And that started with finding someone who could give his two beloved children what he couldn’t — a woman’s touch, a woman’s caring, and a woman’s love.

The lovely blonde woman from Sweden would do nicely — she loved the children, and they loved her right back. He’d just have to ignore the dramatic curves of her lush body, those gorgeous Nordic blue eyes, and the way her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow when she smiled. Yes, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Right? Not a problem that is until he learned what she really was, what she really wanted — and what he’d needed all along. Another woman to kneel at his feet, another woman who obeyed every command he’d give her, another woman to worship him in every way he demanded. Perhaps he’d finally found what he was looking for, but he’d never know for sure. Because the one woman he wanted, was the very woman he couldn’t have.

How could he make Inga his, in every way a man could, when she was the caregiver for his own flesh and blood?

 

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

 

This is a MF BDSM contemporary romance. Themes include: graphic sexuality, M/s, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book

 This is a stand alone book and can be read independent of Finding Submission.

Word count: 52,716 words

 

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Trent Evans visits!

expecting surrender

Thank you for having me on your blog today, Katherine! Long in gestation (heh), Expecting Surrender is finally complete and published. This book is something I haven’t see much of, which is an exploration of how a married couple navigate their increasingly intense D/s dynamic with the joys — and difficulties — of pregnancy. I hope your readers will have a look at it;)

 

Read on for the description, excerpt and buy links. Thanks again!

 

Product Description

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

 

This is a contemporary MF BDSM erotic romance. The novel contains the following themes: explicit sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

 

Word count: 134,520 words.

Page Count: 470 pages

 

 

Excerpt

 

“Come here, Kirsten.”

“It’s time for bed—”

“Come. Here.”

Kirsten gazed at him a moment, then rose, dropping the paperback on the seat next to her, her wine glass dangling from two fingers. She walked slowly over to him, her see-through tee shirt long ago changed out for a cream colored knit top, her long skirt wrinkled on one hip from sitting — and waiting — for far too long. She stood before him, a hand on her hip. He could just make out her enticing perfume, the one she put on only for him.

“The Game?”

She sighed, her tongue between her perfect white teeth. “What about it?”

“Did you do it?”

“I suppose if you’d come home earlier you’d have found out.”

Tonight had been one of the nights where he’d decided to up the ante on The Game. But he still wasn’t sure she’d actually done it. Especially when he’d rolled in practically in the middle of the night.

“Answer me, Kirsten,” he said, his voice lowering to a rumble. His cock stirred at the defiance he saw flash in her eyes.

Or maybe she’s just pissed at you.

“I did it.” She gave him a little quirk of her lips. “I just wish a certain someone had been here to appreciate it.”

“But I do appreciate it — and I’m here now.”

“You’re too late,” she said, bending to kiss him on the cheek, then moving around the chair toward the hallway.

He caught her arm fast, stopping her in her tracks. She looked back at him, color in her cheeks.

“Show me.” He pulled at her arm, and she walked backward until she stood before him again, her eyes bright, the wine glass shaking in her fingers.

“I said you’re too late, Keihl.”

Pushing? This is new.

And he liked it.

He’d always liked a little defiance — something his strong wife possessed in spades anyway. As part of The Game though? This was a first.

“Show me.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, glaring up at her. “I think you know what’ll happen if I don’t get my way, don’t you?”

Her breath quickened, her little nostrils flaring.

“Why?”

“I want to see if you did as you were instructed. Now, show me.”

She handed him her wine, giving him a little smile. He downed the contents in one gulp, setting the glass on the floor.

Her fingers gathered up the fabric of the dark skirt, exposing the long legs he’d been thinking about while neck deep in reports and state statutes.

When the hem made it to mid-thigh, she stopped, giving him another flash of her eyes. “Satisfied?”

“Not even close.” He reached out, stroking the smoky stockings encasing her thigh, his fingertips easing under the hem. “All the way.”

She gave him a roll of her eyes.

“Next time you do that, you’re going over my knee.”

Her sharp intake of breath told him he’d gotten her attention.

Apparently it was his turn to try something new. He’d only spanked her once before, shortly after The Game had started. It had been a clumsy, awkward affair that left them both laughing, despite his hard cock and her wet pussy. It had been a start anyway.

The skirt continued its slow march upward until the garters came into view. He looked up at her.

“Good girl.”

Her blush made his cock come fully to throbbing attention, and he spread his legs, adjusting his slacks. Her eyes darted down to it before meeting his gaze.

“Now, can I go?”

“You’re not done yet, and you know it.” He lifted a finger slowly, giving her a cool look.

She gathered the skirt until it bunched in her fists at her waist. The spicy scent of a very naked, and very wet pussy filled his nostrils, his mouth watering. The black lace of the garter belt and the suspenders perfectly framed the nest of dense sable curls tucked between her thighs. He ran his fingers through the silky hair, watching her bite her lip as he gently tugged at it.

“Love these curls,” he said, staring at them, stroking the hair up, then down with the flat of his hand, noting the peek of her bright pink inner lips as they engorged between her plump outer labia. “I don’t understand why so many men like a shaved pussy.”

“I can take a few guesses,” she murmured.

He glanced up at her, winking. “You obeyed me.”

“You didn’t think I would?”

“As late as I was?” He gave her a sheepish grin. “I was expecting a frying pan to come flying at me.”

“The thought”—she caught her breath as his fingers slicked back her hood, revealing a very red, very erect clit— “the thought might’ve crossed my mind.”

 

 

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Orgasm on Command? – Dr. McDreamy commands obedience

Hey friends! If you are here for the Hot Days Hotter Nights Blog Hop, click here. There are still plenty of prizes to win! 🙂

Now, time for some exciting news!!

My good friend, the amazingly hot spanking romance author, Renee Rose, has just released a hot new medical play book under the new name – Darling Adams!

I had the honor of beta reading this story, and boy, did it push my buttons! It was hot and sexy, and pushed me outside my comfort zone just a tad. But not too much to turn me off. It still held the charm and wit I am used to in a Renee Rose story. And the characters still had some great engaging interactions, that made this more than just a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” medical play / BDSM story.

Congratulations to the hot new author on the shelves, Miss Darling Adams!

Here’s Darling, with a bit more titillating promotion. 🙂

*****

When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.

Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?

Publisher’s Note: this short novella contains elements of medical BDSM, including anal punishment, spanking and erotic sex scenes.
Excerpt

“Now I need to get an accurate reading on the thermometer, so do not orgasm until I tell you. Understand?”

“I can’t just orgasm or not orgasm on command!” she protested, trying to twist her head around to see him. He had purposely stayed out of her line of sight, to add to the mystery and suspense.

“I believe you promised to obey?” he reminded her.

“But I—”

“No excuses, Chloe,” he said, hoping she would fail. He circled her clit with the tip of the vibrator, enjoying the sight of her little ass bucking in response, the thermometer jutting out so she looked like a turkey ready for basting.

He buried the vibrator deep inside her, using its curved tip to seek her g-spot.

“Oh God!” she cried in a panicked wail.

“I can see why doctors used this device to treat hysteria, can’t you?” he asked conversationally.

She thrashed her head from side to side, lifting it from the table and arching her back like a cat while pulling on her bound wrists.

“You seem to be growing more and more hysterical, don’t you? I suppose the instrument draws out the hysteria first, and then relieves it.”

“Dr. Drake…pleeease,” she pleaded. “Oh please, oh please, oh please. I need you.”

The words I need you sent a shock through him. Already turned on by watching the most erotic display of female arousal he had ever witnessed, his cock gave a painful throb. Did I need you mean she wanted him inside her? He hadn’t planned on getting himself off with her, still clinging to the idea that withholding his pleasure made this scenario more acceptable.

Now he wasn’t sure he could hold back. He slid out the vibrator, stood on the step between her bound feet and leaned forward, gripping the backs of her thighs.

“Ohhh,” she moaned in anticipation.

He leaned forward and licked into her, holding her legs firm as her knees bent and straightened, her pelvis humping the table. Her scent filled his nostrils, her tangy essence driving him to distraction. He flicked his tongue over her clit while she writhed under his grip.

The moment he penetrated her with his fingers, she convulsed, her pussy clenching around his digits, her voice raising to a high-pitched scream.

He shoved his fingers in and out until she finished, then eased the thermometer and his fingers out at once, eliciting a groan. He made a tsking sound. “Miss Jones, I asked you not to orgasm until I gave you permission.”

“Impossible,” she panted, sounding completely spent.

“No, it is quite possible, and with a little training, you will learn I am in charge of your body. But first, I believe punishment is in order for your disobedience.”

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Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose

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