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I’m at Emily Tilton’s Today!!

The beautiful and talented Emily Tilton, the woman who has literally made me swoon with her written words, has invited me for an interview at her place!

Stop on by and learn all about my biggest fantasies!

Here’s the link:

http://etiltonexplorations.blogspot.com/2014/04/a-fairytale-maker-extraordinaire.html

Happy spankings!

Reality sinks in!

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I am about to become a published spanking romance author!

(Sometime within the next few weeks or so, anyway.)

Why do I have a picture of a man taking off his belt? You’ll see!

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I was so excited at the prospect of finally seeing my name—in writing! In a book!  That I promptly burst into tears, started hyperventilating, and completely shut down.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, yes, I sat for ten minutes staring at my laptop, not knowing what to do, how to get started, or even where to go for help.

So I emailed a few friends and explained to them how excited and overwhelmed I was.

Being the great friends that they were, they gave me a shoulder, “patted me”, and then told me to put my big girl panties on. LOL

Casey McKay’s next reply was, “Seriously, stop crying. It’s a smut book, it’s nothing to get all crazy about 🙂  I think you should get spanked, yes, this is the cure all for everything. Want me to email your husband??”

I laughed so hard at the thought of this strange woman (I mean stranger. I’m not calling Casey strange), contacting my husband, and informing him that he needed to spank me.

Mmmm, that has potential for another story though.

Anyway, her words, and the other supportive responses from my dear friends, reminded me why I started writing this book.

I wanted to write something fantastical—something that flipped the world upside down!

A story:

  • mixed with paranormal (this is probably my favorite genre to read!) and fantasy.
  • that was fun, and included plenty of tongue-in-cheek. (This is where the fairy tale characters came in!)
  • adventure, romance, hot sex, happily ever after’s, and of course, good hard bare bottom spankings!

This book “The Ever Afters” (It will become a series! We have so many characters’ stories to tell!), is not an anthology of three different sets of characters’ stories, it is a combined book of characters whose scenes play off each other.  It is co-written by Renee Rose, Casey McKay and myself.

The words for my characters’ tale, literally flew from my fingertips!

I day dreamt (and night dreamt, mmmm) about the hot shape shifter, Bertram, the conflicted submissive, Jillian, and the interplay between some of the fun minor characters.

I fell in love with them, and couldn’t wait to share them with the world.

Finally, each set of characters “met” and interwove their stories, and I was amazed at the complementing stories.

These 3 sets of characters were meant to be together! I am so glad they allowed us to play with their stories.

This has been so exciting, and so much fun! I honestly don’t know why I got overwhelmed.

If I take the time and remember the past month’s writing and tweaking, and playing, I can say it has been of the most entertaining and blessed things I have done in the context of authorship.

So, I am taking my dear friends’ advice:

Don’t overthink it.

Enjoy this moment.

I loved the writing part, and even liked the editing. Why should the publishing be any different?

And if someone still wants to email my husband, and tell him to spank me, that’s ok too.

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Here are a few pictures of what I envision for the book. (I couldn’t put all of them on. I’ll add more to the next post 🙂 )

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Thanks!!

Promo – Princess and the Huntsman, by Patricia Green

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I invited Patricia Green to stop by today and talk about her brand new story, The Princess and the Huntsman.  It seems like a combination of old school romance, mixed with a fairy tale theme, spiced up with some very emotionally charged spanking and sex scenes. Mmmm! I just finished the story. And I have to honestly say, it pressed all of my buttons!  Great plot, fun characters, hot spankings, sizzling sex, emotional growth, and of course, a HEA!  This is not your grandmother’s fairy tale!  I loved it, and finished it in two short days.

Here’s Patricia, to tell you more. 🙂

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First, let me thank you, Katherine, for inviting me here today. It is always a pleasure to visit and share a little of my thinking with you for a few minutes. Now let’s talk about:

Fairy Tales for Adults

Once upon a time, there were stories. Some of the stories had mystical, magical qualities. We call them “fantasy.” Other stories had love and sensuality. We call them “romance.” A few stories had stern household discipline. We call those “spankers.” Quite a lot of stories have morals and medieval themes. We call them, “fairy tales.” But, most amazing of all, some had all of these features. We call those, “fantasy, spanking romance, fairy tales.”

That’s what I hope to discuss with you today.

What makes up a fairy tale? Are they heavy, dogmatic, morality plays? Are they light with Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust? What are they exactly? Originally, fairy tales were children’s stories, meant to teach lessons in good comportment and morality. Many of these lessons were period-specific. So, for example, Grimm’s fairy tales are about nineteenth-century ethics. But they don’t have to be obsolete tales. They can be modernized, with sensibilities those of us in the twenty-first century can relate to. The lessons can be a lot more subtle and playful.

Their romantic component doesn’t have to be elderly, either. In fact, some of the most romantic fairy tales have been updated for current readers, like my version of Snow White (Snowy and the Seven Wharves). And the eroticism has been kicked up a notch as well. It is often quite explicit and more sensual than ever before. You’ll find that in my current release (The Princess and the Huntsman).

Spanking stories are more modern views on personal relationships, though discipline has long been a part of fairy tales—consider Aesop’s Fables. But today’s spanking stories are more titillating, and the discipline is often limited to family units, whether that is an orthodox pairing, or a polyamorous grouping, or even an age-play tale.

And fantasy…oh yes, so much of what we read now is fantastical, set in distant places with unusual settings, people, mores, and universes. In modern fairy tales, we often see time-travel and paranormal happenings, or realms that are medieval, but not quite our medieval. They’re all fantastic and inspire the imagination.

I’ve written three modern fairy tales. Two are in fantastical places, and one was a contemporary theme. But all have been romantic stories that harken back on the fairy tales we know and love from childhood. If you haven’t read a fairy tale recently, get yourself a copy of one of the many modern fairy tales you can find at Amazon and other retailers. You might be pleasantly surprised at these updated versions of familiar stories. They’ll remind you of what you left behind in childhood, but give you permission to be rather naughty right now. Find your “happily ever after” in a book today.

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Blurb for The Princess and the Huntsman, my newest book release. It’s a medieval fairy tale, set in a not-quite-familiar place and time.

Though she was once as sweet as she is beautiful, since her mother’s untimely passing Princess Brandywyn seems to grow brattier with every passing year… until the day she is waylaid by a band of ruffians and dragged away into the forest. She is taken far from her home, but at last she is rescued from the outlaws by a simple huntsman named Tom and her life is changed forever.

Neither Tom nor anyone else will believe that a girl dressed in rags could be a princess, and without the slightest idea of how to get home, Brandywyn finds herself with no choice but to accept Tom’s offer to share his cottage. The feisty nineteen-year-old princess soon learns, however, that Tom will not stand for being treated as a servant. To her horror, Brandywyn discovers that arrogance will earn her a good, hard spanking on her bare bottom, and that more serious misbehavior will result in even more humiliating punishment.

In spite of his strict discipline, Brandywyn begins to feel things for Tom that she has never felt before… things that make her blush with shame. A princess should not dream of being stripped bare and taken long and hard by a commoner, yet dream of it she does. But what will her answer be if he asks for her hand, and what will come of them if her father finds her and returns her to the palace? Can a princess not only lust for a huntsman, but love him as well?

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Excerpt:

“Kill it! Oh! It bit me! Kill it!” Brandywyn was beside herself. An insect had made a meal of her as she slept.

Tom sat up with a start. It was still dark in the cottage, but Brandywyn could see him clearly. He wore his same clothes, though loosened and without his boots.

“Brandywyn? What?”

“A ravening creature bit me!”

“Ravening?” He stood. “I see nothing.”

“Light the lamp, fool! I shall show you.”

Sighing, Tom lit the oil lamp. “Do you show me.”

Brandywyn held out her pale arm. On it was a small, red bump. “See?”

“Tis a mosquito bite, Brandywyn. Nothing more. I assure you that you will not perish for lack of blood.”

“You mock me! And use my name familiarly! I did not give you permission to do so.” She was furious. “Kill it! Find it and kill it!”

“‘Twould be impossible, Princess. It is too small.”

“Knave!”

“There is no need to call me names. It will not change the matter.” He was frowning.

She rose from the bed and confronted him with hands on her hips. “You defy me? How dare you defy me, you lowly peasant!”

He faced her squarely and did not bend to a knee as a supplicant should. Brandywyn bristled. “You go too far,” he warned her. “I have done naught to raise your ire so. Back down or I shall show you the measure of my hand on your bottom.”

The spanking from Smith gave her pause. Was there no end to the mistreatment she would suffer? “I shall tell my father and he will have you gutted and stuffed with oats, like a holiday piglet.”

He continued to frown at her, towering over her like a near-to-toppling tree. “Do not push me.”

In fact, she did push him, with her two hands, though it did not move him even an inch. When that didn’t work, she slapped him full on the face. He turned his cheek slightly, but did not flinch. Brandywyn’s eyes rounded and her breath stilled as she saw the fury on his face. She instantly regretted her temper tantrum, but could not back down.

Tom grabbed her by the waist and bent her over his hip, hiking the shirt up to the small of her back; her bottom was bare, for she had no underclothes. “I am your guardian for the nonce,” he told her. “You will be polite!” With that, he set a resounding slap on her bottom.

“Ouch! Unhand me! Do you dare to strike a princess? You shall hang from a gibbet!”

“Hang me, then, but I shall have my pound of flesh first.” He commenced spanking her in earnest. Each blow jarring her through and through. Her bottom had just been beginning to feel better, too, but now, oh, now it was ailing once again. Tom continued to spank her, despite her protests, despite her squirming.

“Show some manners, Brandywyn!”

“Varlet!” Her protests were growing weaker and weaker as tears threatened to fall. And still, he spanked her again and again. “Please,” she finally pleaded. “Please stop. I shall be more kind.”

“I do not believe you,” he said, laying another half-dozen spanks on her fiery buttocks. The pain had rippled down her thigh to her knees along with his hard hand. “And I shall have my bed back this night!”

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Author Bio:

Patricia Green is a fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She hopes to provide the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. She’s the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas.

Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey and baseball.

You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:

Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com

Website/Blog: http://www.patriciagreenbooks.com

Spanking romance pages: http://patriciagreenbooks.com/books-featuring-spanking/

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/Patricia.Green.Romance

Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen

Google+: http://plus.google.com/+PatriciaGreen

Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Green/e/B002RCB0IK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

New Book Promo for “Mastering Maeve” by Tara Finnegan.

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I am so excited to finally have Tara Finnegan on my blog!  She came today to tell us about her new book, Mastering Maeve.

I am reading it right now, and am loving it! Larry is sexy, authoritative, and handsome. Maeve is spirited, beautiful, and passionate.   As you can see by the beautiful cover!  The sparks between these two are amazing!

I adore the grandmother in this story, and loved her manipulations. (you’ll see what I mean when you read the excerpt Tara has provided!.  This Granny is a masterful puppeteer.

This is definitely a story you don’t want to miss!

Take it away, Tara!

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Hi Katherine, thank you so much for inviting me to come visit your blog, I’m delighted to be here and to share a little of Mastering Maeve.

One of the things I really loved about working on Mastering Maeve was incorporating Bridie, Maeve’s Granny. To me, she is typical of so many of the older generation of Irish women and was a total joy to write. It’s very hard for a young woman nowadays to imagine how tough things were for Irish women at the time. The system was very much aligned against them, and due to recessions etc, often it was very difficult for them to go to work outside the home. Therefore they were financially dependent and I suppose you could say a little under the thumb. But that was often very much only on the face of it, if you scratched the surface you would find some very clever women who ruled the roost with an iron fist and a wet dish cloth! They kept the wheels of the family turning, often against the odds and were truly admirable.

Because of that, what I’d like to share today isn’t one of the hot sexy spanking or love scenes. I’d really like to showcase a little of Bridie, and let your readers see how she is working everything behind the scenes, often very much to Maeve’s annoyance. I think she really adds colour to the book. I hope readers will agree.

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“It would be a lot easier to work with you if we could at least try to be friends,” Larry suggested hopefully.

“Let’s get one thing clear, Mr Williamson. I accept I may have brought a little of it on myself by slapping you first, but my friends are not in the habit of assaulting me in such an intimate manner, and if they did, I would no longer consider them friends. What I feel towards you right this minute is a small measure of gratitude that you are considering saving the hotel, coupled with enough knowledge of you not to push the boundaries again. Mainly though what I feel about you is fear, and fear will never be the basis for a friendship,” Maeve replied, her determined tone confirming the resoluteness showing in her stubborn chin. “And there is one thing I wish to make absolutely clear before we pursue any type of business arrangement, if you repeat that behaviour, I will press charges. I’m letting it pass this time because I lashed out first. And one other thing—I’d prefer if Granny was present for any future meetings; it is her business after all, not mine.”

“Perhaps you’re right, we can see if she is available now, or we can defer this until a time that is suitable for her,” Larry agreed. Maeve thought he looked a little relieved at getting the issue of the spanking out in the open and he even seemed to be regarding her with a grudging admiration.

“Give me five minutes to see what she’s up to,” Maeve quickly responded, clutching at the proffered straw, and went running off to find Bridie. She returned and suggested to Larry that they might be better relocating to the office where they wouldn’t be interrupted and that Bridie would meet them there.

“Maeve tells me you’ve changed your mind about investing,” she said with a smug smile stealing across her lips. Maeve knew that look; it was the look that said ‘I won.’

“Yes, ma’am, I think we can find a way to make it work, but we need to work out the fine details and I’d like to look over your accounts some more. Maeve here felt it would be more appropriate if we all three met together.” Larry gave her his most winning all-American guy smile.

Maeve shuddered. As if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, she thought. And Granny is falling for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Ok, son, now’s the time to tell you, I want to retire so it’s all the same to me if you keep this place going or the bank take it over, I’m too old to work. If you keep it going, it will be Maeve there you’ll be dealing with. I’m worn out.”

Maeve started spluttering; this was a fine time for the old dragon to announce her retirement. She always had to have the last word, and as for calling him son, only Bridie McNamara would call Larry Williamson the Fourth son and get away with it. Maeve couldn’t help wondering what the conniving old witch had up her sleeve this time. And now she had no comfort zone between herself and the spanking king.

“I’ll leave yiz to it. Maeve knows where everything is and you might as well get used to each other.” Without giving either Larry or Maeve a moment to get a word in edgeways, she was gone. Maeve could picture the self-satisfied smile that was most likely on her lips as she exited.

“What’s the witch up to now?” she thought aloud, forgetting that it was exactly that kind of comment that had gotten her in so much bother before.

“I thought I made it perfectly clear I didn’t want to hear such disrespect towards your grandma. I cannot believe we are having this conversation again so soon,” he said ominously.

“Yes, Mr Williamson, conversation and that’s as far as it goes,” Maeve warned. “Ok, if it makes you so unhappy, I’ll keep my thoughts about Granny to myself. I love her dearly, I owe her everything, but I know her a damn sight better than you. One day you’ll see her true colours and I promise to try not to laugh too loud when you do, so let’s drop the subject. It seems it’s pretty much you and me now, so can we work together?”

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Publisher’s Blurb:

Finished with college and unable to find a job in her chosen field, twenty-four year old Maeve O’Reilly saw little choice but to return to her hometown in Connemara and work in her grandmother’s hotel. Maeve has barely walked in the door, however, when she learns that the establishment is deep in debt and an American visitor is considering an investment which could be the only chance to avoid foreclosure.

That visitor turns out to be a tall, ruggedly handsome rancher by the name of Larry Williamson, a man whose dominant personality immediately puts him in conflict with the willful Maeve. When she slaps Larry across the face during a heated argument, Maeve learns to her horror that Larry is more than ready to haul her over his knee and back up his firm tone with a firm hand applied to her helpless bottom.

Larry might like to tell himself that he has chosen to move forward with the hotel investment only to avoid any legal difficulties stemming from the spanking incident, but he knows full well that there is only one thing in Ireland he is interested in right now, and that is a beautiful, feisty, sore-bottomed young lady named Maeve.

As the days pass, Maeve quickly finds her anger at Larry fading to grudging respect, and the memory of his chastisement begins to kindle a powerful need within her… a need only the arrogant, bossy Texan can satisfy. Maeve longs for Larry to strip her bare and claim her in a way no man has before, and when at last he does all she can do is beg for more. But will the wide gulf of the Atlantic and the hard realities of a long-distance romance tear the unlikely couple apart, or will they find a way to defy the odds and forge their passion into a lasting bond?

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

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Buy links

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About Tara Finnegan:

Accidental writer from the west of Ireland, Tara likes to write about strong, feisty modern day heroines who meet their match with even stronger spanking heroes where the sparks will fly.

When not writing, she is a wife, mother, taxi-service, gofer and general finder of lost items!

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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.

Sat Spanks – Self Spanking (part 2)

Saturday Spankings

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Welcome back! 

This Saturday Spankings post is a continuation from my WIP, Running For her Life.  Hope you enjoy!

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Meet Claire and Nick:

Claire is a 32 year old athlete, trying to qualify for the Olympic Trials.  She has a past full of emotional and physical injuries.

Nick is a 36 year old coach, a hard, authoritative man who pushes his athletes to their limit.

Claire is confused by her attraction to her new coach, feeling that he could never fall for a woman like her.  Will she stick around, accept what he has to offer, and finally learn to ask for what she wants, or will she run?

Will Nick learn to trust his instincts and guide Claire towards her goal and a possible future together, or will he shut down emotionally, and lose another woman in his life?

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This is the second part of the scene in Claire’s apartment.  (To read the first part, click here.)  When Nick calls to check on Claire, after her first real punishment, she explains her confusion and desire for more.  He offers the perfect solution; he will talk her through her first self spanking over the phone, combining lusty fun, role playing, and the nice warm bottom Claire wants.  This part is done in Claire’s POV.

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“Straighten your legs, and press your bottom out. Way out.”

She pushed her bottom away from the bed, arched her back, and bit her lip, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing, lower body.  She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom;  pat it gently just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs starting shaking as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have that effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

“Now, put your hands back on the bed, and prepare to listen to the first part of your spanking.”

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Review for Aching to Submit, by Natasha Knight

I just finished Aching to Submit, by Natasha Knight, and oh my goodness was it HOT!

I could not put this book down!
I actually started and finished it in one day, it was so good!

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This is the story of a young married couple who are growing apart.

Is it because of their big move overseas?

Is it their inability to start a family?

Or is it something more?

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Sophie has been keeping secrets from her husband.  She desires something so badly she can taste it.  But she is so conflicted by her fear of rejection, her guilt over not telling her husband, her fear of being called a freak by the man she loves most.  She wants him to spank her, and dominate her in every sense of the word.  And this scares and shames her.

The closest she has come to realizing her dreams, is to walk past the BDSM club night after night, hoping, wishing, but never taking that first step.

Until one night, she finally works up the courage to enter the club to find out if she really does want this or if it is just a fantasy she can let go.

It becomes harder for her to reconcile her lies to her husband, with how much she is drawn to the world of BDSM, especially the spanking and dominance.

Luckily,  a stroke of luck puts her husband in just the right place at just the right time.  He listens carefully to the owner of the club,  and makes his own decision of just what to do with his currious wife.

Their first spanking is so hot and beautiful.  He gives her the dominance she has been aching to receive, showing them both that this is something he can and will do for her.

But Michael has to deal with the fears that he is a sadist. He realizes that he likes spanking her.  He likes dominating her.  And this scares him.

Sophie still feels guilty for pushing him into this, and continues to have conflicting emotions over her desires.

I loved how the author portrayed all of these emotions on paper! They were so beautiful and so realistic!

I also loved the imperfections in these characters. They were real, they were flawed, they were beautiful.

She also did also great job of explaining the importance of trust and communication in any relationship, but especially under the blanket of BDSM, D/s, or DD.

I loved this story, and truly think this is one of the best books she has written.  The depth of her characters and their emotions, was amazing!

I loved every bit of this sexy, emotionally charged, fantastic book!

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Blurb

Though deeply in love with her husband Michael, for years Sophie has longed to give him not only her love, but her submission as well. In spite of her yearning to kneel at his feet, fear of rejection keeps her from sharing the truth with him. Though she would never give her body to another man, her need to submit drives her to seek out others like herself and learn more… until Michael discovers her deception and she fears her marriage may be over.

Despite the anger and sadness which tear at his heart when he learns that his wife has kept such an important secret from him, Michael is not going to give up the love of his life without a fight. It will take time, but he is more than ready to be the man she needs, the man to whom she will gladly submit. First, though, she must be firmly disciplined for her betrayal of his trust…

Standing naked before her husband, awaiting a punishment which will bring her to tears and leave her bare bottom red and sore, submission suddenly feels truly real to Sophie for the first time. As Michael asserts his dominance more and more with each passing day, Sophie begins to see him in a way she has never seen him before, and her desire for him seems to know no bounds. But is this just a second honeymoon of sorts, or will Sophie’s submission endure through the trials of everyday life?

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

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Excerpt:

She swallowed, dared one last glance at the paddle, and turned. It took her a moment as she bent slowly forward over the dense pillows until her chest was on the bed. She tucked her arms beneath her breasts and looked ahead, her body already tightening in preparation of what was to come.

The toe of his shoe tapped at her ankle and she spread her legs wider. Michael set the paddle down on the bed and she felt his hands on her ass just touching her, his caress soft.

“I’m scared,” she said again. “Sir,” she added, suddenly very aware of not wanting to add on a single additional stroke.

“I love you, Sophie,” he said. “I would never do anything that would really harm you. You need this punishment and our marriage needs it maybe more than either of us realize. I want you to trust me to do this. Do you trust me?” he asked.

She looked over her shoulders, meeting his eyes. She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I trust you.”

He smiled a kind, gentle smile. “Good girl,” he said. “Face forward now until I tell you you’re allowed to turn around.”

She obeyed, anticipation tightening her belly while arousal warmed her sex.

His hand came down hard on her right cheek and she jumped up, reaching back immediately to cover it. “Ow!” she exclaimed.

His hand was between her shoulder blades fast. “Stay down,” he said. “And get your hand off your ass. It’s mine now. Do it, Sophie.”

“It hurt.”

“I meant it to hurt, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She lay back down and tucked her arm back beneath her chest.

“Good girl,” he said. With that, he began. He used his hand first, the contact of it on her bare flesh strange, almost foreign used this way. The sound was loud, more overwhelming than the pain, but as he continued, it turned into a constant but manageable sting.

He spanked quickly, striking each buttock in turn, sometimes twice on one side before moving over to the other side. But the pain was something else entirely when he first struck with the paddle.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, trying to rise, but unable to as he still held her down. She pressed her thighs together and reached back to cover her now stinging bottom.

“What did I tell you about your hands?” Michael asked, gripping both of them in one of his and holding them at her low back. He struck again, harder this time, pushing her down onto the bed so her torso pressed against it, forcing her hips higher as her bottom took the next blow.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she cried, struggling against his hold. “Wait, please. Please just a minute.” She was struggling to get free now, shifting her hips from side to side to avoid the blows, fighting him.

He struck twice more, then stopped. “All right,” he said, lifting her by one arm. He pushed the pillows off the bed and pulled her across his lap, trapping her legs beneath one of his and her hands at her low back. Her torso rested partially on the bed, but he shifted the position a little so she hung off his thighs.

She groaned with the next strike of the paddle, this change in position, her being bent over his knee, almost giving him better access. Maybe it was that she couldn’t struggle as much or that her struggling had less impact on what was happening. She lost track of the count she’d been keeping without ever being aware she’d been counting and just concentrated on the pain, the heat of her bottom, and the heat that spread throughout her body, causing her to break out in a sweat.

“When I first saw you there at the club,” he said while continuing to spank her hard, “I could have killed that man. I could have killed him for touching you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she cried out. “It hurts, please stop, Michael. I’m sorry.”

“Then when I found out what it was all about,” he continued, striking the crease between thigh and buttock, then the outer curve of her right hip.

She moaned in pain, her fantasies of spanking very different from this painful reality.

She turned to look over her shoulder, her face contorted in pain, her vision blurry with tears.

“Michael,” she said.

He met her gaze and stopped for a moment.

“Sir, I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes were moist even as she felt the thick shaft of his cock at her belly. She heard the paddle drop to the floor and his hand was on her bottom caressing her sore, swollen flesh. He released her hands and she reached to the floor to support herself with one while wiping at her eyes with the other.

“Breathe,” he said, his voice calm, even.

She nodded and tried to take a deep breath, but it came in in shudders.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s over,” he said, lifting her onto his lap, spreading his thighs so her bottom was between his legs. He held her to him, rubbing her back, her head until she found she had no more tears to cry.

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