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February 6, 2016
Irish, Ranchers and Words of Love
I loved telling the Story of Ciaran and Katie O’Connor, the second sibling in the O’Connor Saga to have his story told. I loved my own loving family, and yes, I am part Irish, but I have created this family from my own loving memories of a large extended family and my love of strong loving men and the feisty women they are lucky enough to find.
I don’t speak Gaelic but I have learned so much about it and so would like to share with you, “love,” as Siobhan O’Connor would say, “in the Irish”.
Rancher’s Creed Glossary
Anois—ănish—Now
A stór (stoirin)/a (mo) muirnín – ă stōre / ă mour-nēēn — my darling, sweetheart, beloved
Beag Leanaí – byŭg Yănē -Little One
Bhean lómhara—bean lōv-ă-rah—precious woman/ wife
Caoimhe – Kwēē-vă
Cián – Kēy-ĭn
Ciarán – Kēy-air-on
Dána beag amháin — Dănă byŭg ămwāne – Naughty little One
Is breá liom tú,- ĕs-bră-lōm-too –I love you.
Is tú mo ghrá — ĕs-too-moo-grăw — You are my love
Lómhara — lōv-ă-rah –precious (my)
Mo Beag amháin — Mō byŭg ămwāne – My little One
Mo Bhean – Mō bean- My woman/lady/wife
Mo brídeach aláinn – Mō brēēdă ăhlăn –My beautiful bride
Mo chroí– mō cree -My heart
Mo ghra—mō- gr-ă—My love
Mo Milis—mō-mēlish- my sweet
Sentences
Chroí lómhara, tá sé in am dul bhaile. á tú réidh chun dul bhaile?
Cree- lōv-ă-rah, tă shā in ăm dŭl bwīlă. Ă too rādă gŭn dŭl bwīlă.
Precious heart, it is time to go home. Are you ready to go home?
Tá tú ag an grá i mo shaol– tă-too-ăug-ăn-grăw-eh-moo-heel –You are the love of my life
Tá tú mo chroí — tă-too – mō cree –You are my heart
February 1, 2016
If I court you, you must obey me…
AMELIA SMARTS
She has a new book out
FETCHING CHARLOTTE ROSE
Fetching Charlotte Rose by Amelia Smarts
Alyssa: I love this cover. Boy is she tiny and he huge. Tell us a little about these two. They don’t seem so opposite. That is the best type of yummy.
Amelia: Thanks. I enjoyed writing this book.
Alyssa: This one isn’t chase, ignore, relent, together as some are. This pattern is a bit different. Can you tell us about it?
Amelia: You are right. Here is a little introduction.
As soon as she steps off the train into the hot western sun, Charlotte Rose wonders if she has made a mistake. Leaving Boston to take a job as the schoolmarm of the small town of Weston, Arizona had seemed like a good idea, but the man sent to fetch her from the station almost changes her mind. The handsome but uncivilized brute who introduces himself as Max Harrison not only calls Charlotte by her first name, he even demands that she change her outfit.
Her humiliation is complete when, after ignoring his advice to put on something more suitable for the summer weather, she faints from the heat. To her utter shame, Charlotte is forced to endure being undressed down to her underthings to cool down, and worse still, Max warns her in no uncertain terms that any further foolishness will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom. Yet somehow, despite his threat to chastise her in such a barbaric fashion, Charlotte cannot deny that being in Max’s presence sets her heart fluttering like nothing ever has before.
Though she may be the feistiest woman he has ever laid eyes on, Max finds himself longing to see more of Charlotte—much more, in fact—and when he discovers that she feels the same way, he sets about courting her. But Weston is a very different place from Boston, and Max makes it clear to Charlotte that he will do whatever needs doing to keep his girl safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking as often as her behavior warrants it.
Charlotte’s love for Max grows deeper with each passing day, but she cannot help wondering if he sees her as nothing more than a silly girl in need of his constant protection, and matters come to a head when a violent, hateful man with a grudge against Max seeks to disrupt their lives. Will Charlotte’s pride be her undoing, or will she finally get the chance to prove herself to Max?
Alyssa: Love this. Can you give us a little excerpt?
Amelia: Of course:
His expression softened slightly. “I don’t think ill of you. I think ill of him. He’s a cruel man. Listen carefully to what I say now. You’re not to dine with him again or spend any time alone with him. Is that understood?”
Charlotte flinched, and her temper flared. She suddenly remembered why Max always managed to irritate her. “Max, what right do you have to order me about? I’m a grown woman, perfectly capable of deciding whether I wish to spend time with someone, and I’ll thank you not to boss me. It galls me.”
Max raised his voice. “That’s too damn bad, young lady. You will mind my words. I speak them for your safety, not for your pleasure. As for the right to give you orders, I want you to be my woman, and unless I’m really bad at reading signals, you want that too.” He held a finger to her face. “If you want me to court you, Charlotte Rose, you must agree to obey me.”
Charlotte stared at him and then stammered her response. “That was the worst offer of courtship in the history of courtships.”
“That could very well be,” he growled. “But I’m not concerned about being courtly at the moment. I’m concerned about your stubborn pride getting in the way of your safety. Look here, Charlie. Whether or not you want me to court you, I insist you stay away from him or else answer to me. I won’t watch you harmed at that man’s hands, and I’ll do whatever needs doing to prevent it. Have I made myself clear?”
Charlotte looked into his fierce eyes and swallowed hard. She felt something blooming inside of her that she’d never felt before. It grew stronger than her irritation. It was a feeling of gratefulness and trust. For the first time, she felt like a man cared enough to protect her, and not just any man, a man she believed capable of doing so. What all but eliminated her annoyance was learning than he would ensure her safety even if she offered him nothing in return.
“Yes, sir. It’s clear,” she said, lowering her eyes to the floor.
“You agree to stay away from him then, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Max,” she said, her eyes still cast downward.
“Good girl.”
His two simple words caused her new feeling to grow, as though what bloomed inside of her had been sprinkled with rain.
“Have I mentioned yet that Simon is Tim’s father?”
Charlotte’s head shot up. “No.”
“Right. Now you know. That’s the man who beats his own son, and he punches women as easily as he bows to them.” Max removed his intense gaze from her face. He walked to a bench that had escaped water damage, sat down, and held out his hand. “Come here, Charlotte, and place yourself over my lap. I’m going to give you that spanking I’ve mentioned a couple of times.”
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Also by Amelia Smarts
The Unbraiding of Anna Brown – Hardened widower awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline.
Missy Meets the Marshal – A troubled woman in need of protection and discipline meets a tough marshal, whose job it is to provide both.
Amelia, can you tell us a little about yourself?
I’m an avid reader and writer of spanking romance novels, usually involving a cowboy, always involving a firm hand and a scorched ass. If you were to peek inside my Kindle, you’d find plenty of spanking romances as well as books by John Steinbeck, Margaret Atwood, Gillian Flynn, and other authors from disparate genres. What all of my favorite stories share are complex characters who draw me into their struggles and successes.
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January 29, 2016
Come and get your Saturday Spankings
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Rancher’s Creed
“I guess you are just going to have to love me.”
“Oh, I intend to do that, a stór, all night. And before you say anything, you are going to practice trusting your husband to do the right thing. I see the doubt and fear already crowding in your face, and I feel for you, but trust is vital and you are going to practice it tonight. We will have mind-blowing sex this evening. I intend to use several virtual and emotional straight jackets of control, and you will need to trust my judgment totally. Do you understand my secretive wife?”
“I think I do. You intend to push my limits.”
“As many as I can. Go shower and meet me in bed, naked.”
Rancher’s Creed and His Gentle Persuasion
by Alyssa Bailey
Out this Weekend
BLUSHING BOOKS- HIS GENTLE PERSUASION
BLUSHING BOOKS-RANCHER’S CREED
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Rancher’s Creed
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Saturday Spankings
Rancher’s Creed
“I guess you are just going to have to love me.”
“Oh, I intend to do that, a stór, all night. And before you say anything, you are going to practice trusting your husband to do the right thing. I see the doubt and fear already crowding in your face, and I feel for you, but trust is vital and you are going to practice it tonight. We will have mind-blowing sex this evening. I intend to use several virtual and emotional straight jackets of control, and you will need to trust my judgment totally. Do you understand my secretive wife?”
“I think I do. You intend to push my limits.”
“As many as I can. Go shower and meet me in bed, naked.”
Rancher’s Creed and His Gentle Persuasion
by Alyssa Bailey
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“Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”
Simon Says
So Libby, tell us about your new book:
Sure,
When feisty Sadie Donohue meets Simon Jacobson at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter, but not all is as it seems. Simon is a busy executive who prefers to be the master of his own destiny.
Over dinner the next night, his authoritative personality starts to emerge. Always one to question authority, Sadie rebuffs his gentle suggestions for more polite behavior with a lively, sharp wit. Simon is amused but unmoved.
If Sadie wants to continue seeing him she must accept his rules; rules that will be reinforced by spankings when she fails to comply.
As a strong, independent woman, Sadie struggles with his demands. A tragedy from Simon’s past makes him more determined than ever to make her obey. Their worlds collide.
This romantic comedy, set in the cold climes of Canada, is warmed with frequent spankings.
As you can see, Sadie will be the perfect woman for Simon, if she can learn to obey his rules.
So, here is an excerpt you might like, Sadie is getting a bit ‘warmed up’
“Let’s try again. I’ll phrase the question differently: why are you being spanked today?”
“Because I lied to you?” I made it like a question because I didn’t want to admit I’d done anything wrong. Besides that, now I was mad. I didn’t want to be spanked but I didn’t want to lose him either. I only put up with this because I hoped he’d get tired after a while.
I decided to put things into perspective. “Don’t you ever watch the Discovery Channel? They had a program that showed most people lie sometimes.” Anger burned through my voice.
Before I could say anything else, he started again. He spanked so hard I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Every ounce of me was tuned into the spanking that was raining down on me. Starbursts of heat and pain radiated out of my bottom, my thighs, and that all-too-sensitive sit spot. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?
“Stop!” I pleaded, my voice ragged with defeat.
For a second, he stopped. “What did I just say?”Glancing at his watch, he gave me a signal to rise. I struggled to my feet and stood there, hoping he’d get up and we’d leave. Instead he shifted further back into the sofa. I stared at him but he just kept looking at his Rolex.
“You know the drill: skirt around your waist, panties around your ankles, and over my knee. You have a three-stroke penalty to start off with because you are taking so long.”
The cocktail dress was so tight it felt painted on. I’d planned on eating nothing at dinner because even a single pea might burst a seam. I wriggled it up to my waist with some effort. The lining caught on the bracelet I was wearing and it took a while to detangle it. Simon didn’t take his eyes off his watch. Panicking, I slid my panties down and dived across his lap.
“That took you a full thirty seconds. You’d better work on that. I expect you across my knees in less than ten seconds normally. Otherwise it tells me you’re not fully compliant to this agreement.”
What was this new wrinkle? A frigging time and motion study on the practice of spanking? I swallowed that smartass thought. Panting with nervousness, I waited for the first smack.
“Have you forgotten something?”
My mind traveled back to the week before. Oh yes. Without further prompting, I placed my hands in the small of my back and he clamped his hand over them. My pulse pounded in my ears.
“Why are you in this position right now?” Simon’s voice hardened to steel.
“Because you’re mean,” I said and immediately regretted it. He spanked me hard and fast for so long it felt like I would die. He had to stop and trap my legs again because I started to kick. When he stopped a second time, I gasped for air.
“I don’t know. I couldn’t concentrate.”
“Okay, we’ll start again.”
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Libby, tell us about yourself and where we can find you.
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer
Libby Campbell lives on the West Coast with her husband of over twenty-five years. She reads a lot and loves books that feature strong, independent women engaged in hand-to-butt combat with funny, sexy men.
Her favorite pastimes are dancing, baking, and hiking with her husband and their two rescue dogs, Box and Dice.
Her first erotic novel, Simon Says, is a romcom warmed by frequent spankings.
Libby reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like this first book, she hopes you will leave a review – it will help her write the sequel.
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January 26, 2016
Her inner soul was begging that she let this one in
Well, hello all. I have been quiet lately-shh, it is rude to clap during the presentation- ANYWAY, this is one of the reasons.
Today you can see Book 1 of the second O’Connor brother, Ciaran, His Gentle Persuasion, a novella by Alyssa Bailey is now on Bethany’s Woodshed, this week in preparation for presentation this January 3oth.
Watch carefully, because my publisher has a wonderful offer coming on the weekend. A sale…but I will tell you about it when it is available.
Those of you who do not currently enjoy the benefits of Bethany’s Woodshed, I don’t want you to totally miss out. Here is a tease for you.
His Gentle Persuasion
Rancher Ciarán O’Connor is one of the best and most successful equine and canine trainers in the Northwest. Finding a date is never hard for Ciarán but unearthing a woman that meets all of his particular expectations that is not too needy herself is more challenging. He is ready to wait for as long as it takes when he spots Nurse Katherine Franklin and makes a horse trade to get better acquainted. He finds that just like his wild or abused animals, Ciarán must slowly work at the puzzle of Katie’s past to find the jewel hidden beneath all that manipulation. It will take all the tools in his arsenal to reach his goal.
Katie has a reputation with the men in the community; hard to catch and impossible to keep. Ciarán O’Connor makes her blood run hot. This rancher expects the woman he loves to allow him to take care of her which includes her obedience when he asks for it. And a red hot bottom when she doesn’t. Ciarán doesn’t need someone like Katie, whose past screams for her to run while her heart begs her to stay, but will he take her anyway?
Can Ciarán convince Katherine that his take-charge lifestyle is not only what she needs, but everything she craves? Or is she going to turn away from the future she desires because of the past she has endured?
He has all she needs and everything she craves
And here is the teaser:
KATIE has left her date, Aaron, still at the rodeo and went to the parking lot to drive home. She has met Ciaran several times, but that is all.
“Where is Aaron?” Ciarán looked around as though he expected to see him somewhere.
“Oh, inside, I told him that I was going home and I didn’t need him to go with me if he
wasn’t ready. We came in separate cars so that worked out fine or it seemed like it would.”
“He allowed you to go home alone? Where is your phone? Did you already call someone
to come and get you?”
She shrugged her shoulders to dismiss her answer. “I left it at home. And just to be clear,
no one allowed me to do anything. I do what I want.”
Ciarán growled as he told her to sit tight and he would be right back. A shiver of
something ran through her body at his tone, creating a rolling anticipation in her stomach and a clenching of her core. Ciarán got into his pickup a few rows away and pulled up in the row front of her car. Jumping out he told her to get into his truck to stay cool and he would jump-start her battery.
“Oh, I’m all right, it isn’t too hot,” Katie said quickly, not moving from her leather
upholstery so he would not know that her legs were quickly becoming seared to the seat. She knew that skin peeled from the seat sound would be a dead giveaway.
She had made it a hard and fast rule not to let another person, especially a man, dominate
anything associated with her actions or her will. She had allowed that before with disastrous results and would not do it again. She had come a long way but it was still difficult to trust anyone with macho tendencies. Gorgeous as this specimen was, he was machismo personified.
Ciarán opened the door wider and went down on his haunches saying deliberately and in
a quiet voice, “Don’t argue, beag Leanaí. You will be perfectly safe. Mind me and go sit on the passenger side of my pickup or I will not get your car started and you will have to let me take you home in my truck.”
Again, Katie was dismayed when she sensed a thrill that went right to the center of her
womanhood. However, she was not going to acknowledge it by dwelling on it. Nor was she
going to let another man tell her what to do even if this one was sexy as hell while doing it. Been there, done that. However, her inner soul was begging that she let this one in. It was begging her to try again with this man.
“What did you say? You said it twice now, beag Leanaí. What is that?”
“Truck.” He stood up. The conversation was over.
Katie looked up at Ciarán, who had backed up from the door to give her room to step
onto the hot pavement and pushed his Stetson back on his head. He reached his hand down to help her out. She stared for a moment at his hand and then looked up at his face that immediately housed raised eyebrows and a question that seemed to ask, really, you want to push this?
Her panic button did not go off with bells and whistles as normal. She wanted to trust
him. She was wary of him even though she had heard he was a good person. Katie shook her head but she was obviously ambiguous about it.
That calm and quietly confident voice rang out again. “Katie, you need to get in my truck
now or your hind end is going to feel hotter than the rest of you already is.”
Did he just say that? Did he just threaten to spank her? Oh, no, he did not! Even as she
thought it, the zinging his words created pinged all of her erotic zones so quickly that she was almost panting. She made a final look into his eyes and saw there was no way he was bluffing. She instinctively knew he would spank but not damage her in any way. She was not quite ready to test his level of commitment.
Decision made, she growled, “Fine. Move.” She was in a huff and pushed his hand away to get out on her own.
“Katherine.”
He still stood there offering her his assistance and she didn’t have enough room to get out
without taking his hand. As she stood and then twisted away from him, he swatted her bottom one time, hard enough to make her sizzle both inside and out. She gave him a look of outrage but it bounced off the side of his head. He had dismissed her.
She stomped over to the passenger side of the truck and climbed in, slamming the door
and sitting with her arms folded, staring straight ahead. She had begun, she thought secretly, to overheat in more than one way, but she would rather die than admit that to him. He was just too cocky and she was feeling slippery as she wiggled the tingle away.
Ciarán chuckled. He put the cables on the batteries, opened his door to climb in and
waited for a moment.
“What are we waiting for?” She looked at him with a question on her face and watched
him ignore her.
“Little one.”
“Beg pardon?”
“Beag Leanaí means little one. It is an endearment, meant to be something nice to say. It’s
Irish, from my mom.”
“Oh.”
That is what she said but what she wanted to say was, Are you truly that incredibly
charming or pulling my leg? Is this a trick? It would mean a man might be trustworthy because he did sweet things and admitted to liking his mom. Oh. In addition, he called her an endearment. It didn’t matter that the affectionate word implied she was young and inexperienced and his. She liked it. She liked him. She decided to ask the question he obviously ignored earlier.
“What are we waiting for?” she asked again.
“I am trying to give your battery a few minutes to charge so it will start on the first try.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Then silence. It was too heavy for Katie to breathe in. She had
to break the silence to alleviate her unease.
“You hit me.” She accused.
“Swatted.”
“Same thing.”
“Nope. Hit is with intent to do harm. I would never hit a woman. Swats are to reinforce
my words or gain attention. I swatted.”
Ciarán had been chatty before but he was succinct now. “Once.”
“Oh.”
Again, the silence that filled the gap was oppressing and she was glad when he made a
move. After a few minutes, he turned to her and said, “Stay here.”
Ciarán jumped out and went over to her car to reach in and turn the key. Before he had
turned the ignition, she was out of his truck. It started right up. Disengaging the cables, he
brought down the hood of the car and reached over to shut his, all the time watching her come to a stop next to him.
“Um, thanks for the help, Ciarán.”
He put the jumpers back in his utility box in the bed of the truck before turning to address
Katie. “You do not mind very well, beag Leanaí.”
“What?”
“Turn around.”
Still calm, still in control, and Lord have mercy, it still made her bottom twinge and her
juices flow. “No, just no. You are not hitting me again.”
“Swatting. You need a whole spanking but I can tell you are skittish so one good swat to
reinforce the fact that I expect obedience when it is for your protection. I have not done anything that would tell you I am not safe to be around have I. I would not do you any lasting hurt, and you know that. Now, turn around.”
There is that voice she melted immediately upon hearing. Katie had thought spankings
were what she wanted but quickly learned she didn’t. Somehow, though, it felt like this man knew the type she wanted; no needed. He leaned over, grabbing her upper arm firmly but with a gentleness that she had not had from a man in a long time. In a caring way. Her father did not count.
Ciarán turned her bottom at an angle and she looked into his eyes as her peripheral vision
caught his right arm rise up and descend on her shorts-clad bottom hard. She squealed.
“Ow, dammit that hurt.”
“It was meant to. Watch the mouth.” Reaching down, he leaned in and kissed that mouth
with reined in passion she wanted to fall into. “Tastes sweet, though,” he said with a raspy voice clogged with emotion. Katie smiled satisfied she had affected him too.
“I’ll follow you home to make sure you get there. You may need to get a new battery or
alternator because if it has done it once, it will do it again. I checked the cables and they are fine so it was something else. If you bring it out to the ranch, my guy can look at it.”
Katie shook her head to deny his statement and to clear her head.
“I know how to drive home and I won’t turn the car off until I get there. I’ll take it to a mechanic. Thanks, though.”
Her panic was rising fast now that her thinking had cleared. Ciarán stood in front of her car and waited for her to allow him to follow her home.
“Really, Ciarán, I will be okay. I can’t have you follow me. I will be okay. I promise.”
“Can’t or won’t?” he reached up to place a strand of hair behind her ear and she flinched.
“Katie honey, I do not intend to do more than make sure you get home safely. I won’t get out. I will just follow for your protection. But you need to let me.”
Katie looked away as she struggled with letting him do that, letting any man get that
close to her. She knew it made logical sense. She knew everyone knew where her father lived. It would serve no purpose to deny him what he seemed to need to do. She would just let him follow her home and that will be the end of his trying to take control.
“Listen, Katherine, I cannot let you go home alone without an escort in case the car stops
for some reason. You don’t even have a phone. So you have two choices, let me drive you home and come back to get your car later or I follow you to get you home safely.”
Ciarán’s voice was gentle, reasonable and yet authoritative. Katie looked for a reason to
not do what he asked. She hesitated, he called her Katherine, again and that was the universal sign of warning. She did not want to push Ciarán for she could see and instinctively knew this was a man who operated under a different code than most men that she encountered. It was certainly one that her ex, Stuart, had never even understood. Nevertheless, control was control and that was more than she would allow.
Her hesitation seemed to cue his next response.
Remember to check back at the end of the week… I’ll have the links up
January 19, 2016
What is all the talk about … Annabelle’s Awakening
Book 2 of The Ruttingdon Club Series … Annabelle’s Awakening-
Out January 17, 2016.
Louise, tell us a little about this newest in the series:
Love to…
The Honourable Annabelle Spencer will soon become the Duchess of Rothmuir, and she can’t wait to get married! It’s not the beautiful dress or the opulent wedding ball that she’s looking forward to the most, however. All she wants is to be naked in the arms of her love Daniel, the Duke of Rothmuir, once more.
But it has now become clear that there is more to marrying Daniel than simply becoming his duchess. In addition to being a powerful peer of the realm in Victoria’s England, he is a proud member of the Ruttingdon Club, an exclusive group of titled noblemen who enjoy inflicting pain while taking their pleasure. Annabelle is determined to accompany Daniel to meetings of the Club when they are married, but he is unsure whether she can cope with the physical and psychological demands that appearance at club meetings place on females who attend these exotic functions.
Can Annabelle endure the strict training the Club requires? Will she master her fear of bodily exposure in front of strangers? Can she and Daniel build a life together that balances duty to their roles in society with their desire for dark sexual pleasure?
Oh my goodness! Hmm, Victoria’s England has even more secrets her strict edicts did not know about… I wonder what she would say to the Duke and Duchess’ lifestyle choices…
Buy Links:
Blushing Books: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3681
Louise, tell us a little about yourself…
Sure…
I’m Louise Taylor, and I love writing historical romance novels! At present only my first two novels have been published, but there are more waiting in the wings! All my novels will be published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.
All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated – they make their men work for their love!
I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I’m in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I’ve just scribbled my notes on!
I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating – thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I’m owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning!
I’m Louise Taylor on Facebook,
@LTaylorRomance on Twitter
I blog at louisetaylorromance.wordpress.com.
Come and say hello – I love to have a chat!
Also by the author
The Victorian Vices Series
Spanking The Governess
Spanking Miss Sophia
Spanking The Heiress
The Ruttingdon Club Series
The Incorrigible Annabelle Spencer
Annabelle’s Awakening
Anthologies
Halloween Treats
The Twelve Days of Christmas
Thanks for visiting Louise, please come again…
January 8, 2016
Taming Texanna
My current primary WIP:
Marshal Colton McFadden was teaching his bride Texanna important lessons through discipline and play…
He spanked her several times crisply and then massaged the whole area with deliberate intent. Texanna stilled and if he didn’t know better, he’d have said she was holding her breath.
Now that was interesting. He did it again with the same results.
With a stern tone, he said, “Spread your legs open for me, Texanna.”
When she hesitated, he spanked her hard, “Do it.”
She spread her legs ever so slowly as he tapped and then slapped her inner thighs for the encouragement to continue until her whimpers ushered her legs into an appropriately wanton position.
“Good honey, now let me play a little.”
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January 6, 2016
‘red herrings meet red bottoms’
Release date: Jan. 7, 2016
(((NOW)))
by Bethany Leigh
At The Dead of Night
After eight years of working as a PI, Lucy Ogilvy finally has a murder mystery to investigate. Who did kill Marilyn Carter, a convicted murderer who is now a prominent Christian evangelist?
Lucy’s investigations bring her back in contact with her ex-boyfriend Noel. They’d like to get back together – but he insists on a domestic discipline relationship, and forbids her to take unnecessary risks for work.
Can Lucy accept Noel’s discipline? And how do you investigate a murder without taking a few risks, anyway?
Bethany is giving us a little taste:
Lucy observed him for a second. So far, he’d always looked amused before giving her a spanking; now, though, he looked grim.
“Is this going to be a serious spanking, then?” she asked. “The sort you say I won’t enjoy?”
“Stop prevaricating, Lucy. If I have to make you go over my knee, I’ll make the spanking harder and longer – and, believe me, it’s going to be hard enough and long enough already.” He tapped his knee with the hairbrush.
Should she? Shouldn’t she? Lucy didn’t know what she wanted to do. Refuse to let him spank her? Defy him so he would be forced to overpower her? Get over his knee? She wanted the spanking…but not to be told what to do.
In the end, she gave a defiant toss of her head, and bent over his knee. Noel lifted her skirt.
Bethany Leigh…
… is a newbie erotic romance writer published by Blushing Books. Her first novella, Freedom, is set in a kinky alternate Edwardian era, and her second, At Dead at Night, is a murder mystery set in present-day England. Her short story anthology, A Cure for All Ills and Other Stories, will also be published by Blushing Books, and includes contemporary, historical and time-travel stories set in Australia, England and the Czech Republic.
She enjoys writing (and reading!) about strong-willed heroines crossing swords with alpha heroes.
Author links:
http://bethanyleighromance.blogspot.com.au/
Twitter: @writerbethany1
Facebook: https: //www.facebook.com/Bethany-Leigh-108399...
Amazon Links:
Buy links:
Amazon
Blushing Books
http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3664&welcome=1
red herrings meet red bottoms’
Release date: 7 January 2016
by Bethany Leigh
At The Dead of Night
After eight years of working as a PI, Lucy Ogilvy finally has a murder mystery to investigate. Who did kill Marilyn Carter, a convicted murderer who is now a prominent Christian evangelist?
Lucy’s investigations bring her back in contact with her ex-boyfriend Noel. They’d like to get back together – but he insists on a domestic discipline relationship, and forbids her to take unnecessary risks for work.
Can Lucy accept Noel’s discipline? And how do you investigate a murder without taking a few risks, anyway?
Bethany is giving us a little taste:
Lucy observed him for a second. So far, he’d always looked amused before giving her a spanking; now, though, he looked grim.
“Is this going to be a serious spanking, then?” she asked. “The sort you say I won’t enjoy?”
“Stop prevaricating, Lucy. If I have to make you go over my knee, I’ll make the spanking harder and longer – and, believe me, it’s going to be hard enough and long enough already.” He tapped his knee with the hairbrush.
Should she? Shouldn’t she? Lucy didn’t know what she wanted to do. Refuse to let him spank her? Defy him so he would be forced to overpower her? Get over his knee? She wanted the spanking…but not to be told what to do.
In the end, she gave a defiant toss of her head, and bent over his knee. Noel lifted her skirt.
Bethany Leigh…
… is a newbie erotic romance writer published by Blushing Books. Her first novella, Freedom, is set in a kinky alternate Edwardian era, and her second, At Dead at Night, is a murder mystery set in present-day England. Her short story anthology, A Cure for All Ills and Other Stories, will also be published by Blushing Books, and includes contemporary, historical and time-travel stories set in Australia, England and the Czech Republic.
She enjoys writing (and reading!) about strong-willed heroines crossing swords with alpha heroes.
Author links:
http://bethanyleighromance.blogspot.com.au/
Twitter: @writerbethany1
Facebook: https: //www.facebook.com/Bethany-Leigh-108399...
Amazon Links:
Buy links Coming tomorrow…
