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Need A Little Occupational Therapy?

“Raise your face. Look at me,” Master commanded.

He sat on the edge of the bed, His crotch swollen so much that it was impossible to focus on anything else. It was right there, only inches from my face...but completely inaccessible to me.

“You like what you see.” He mocked me with His taunting tone.

Hell, yeah, I did. I flicked my eyes up to catch His for a second. He held my gaze with those penetrating blue eyes, but reached His hand out towards Chloe, who scurried over to take it. She kissed it, placed it on the back of her neck...and started unfastening His leather pants!

I ground my mouth around the smoothness of the ball gag. The red-headed minx was touching my Master! My body trembled with anger, the way it did when assholes tried to fuck me over in the boardroom. But at least in business I could speak. Here I was mute. Because He willed it.

Why? Why wouldn’t He put me over His knee again? Why, when He knew how wet it made me, how sweet it would be when He drove His cock inside me?

Chloe finished stripping Master and walked back past me. He sat back on the edge of the bed, His cock at half-mast, pulsing with every beat of His heart.

“I can see you so much more clearly than you see yourself, Natasha. I can read you like no-one else can. Even Dr. Benson.”

My head spun a little at that. Switching between the two sides of this one man threatened my balance.

His rich, deep voice continued. “I saw it in you, the moment I mentioned punishment. Your cheeks flushed, your nostrils dilated...you wanted it. Your beautiful little pussy was desperate for my touch.”

I nodded. He had me dead to rights. And nothing had changed. I needed His hands on me. His control over me.

“And you thought you knew how to get it. Act naughty. Defy me. Look at me, I’m a bad girl. And essentially, we’re back at square one.”

He’d seen straight though me. I should have expected it. Derek had filled up so many notebooks with my bad behavior. How could I expect the Master not to pick up on it. I locked eyes with him and tried to ask a complex question using only the top half of my face.

“You knew what you wanted. And you were willing to do anything it took. Your head is still in that world, where cost is measured only in dollars.” Mischief glinted in my Master’s eyes.

I sensed movement behind me, but dared not turn.

“So you will get your punishment, Natasha. But you will not get my touch until you've earned it.”







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What is Submission Therapy?

Master Sweet brought the paddle up to my face and held it there. “Kiss it.” He saw my expression morph from fear to puzzlement. “Speak your question.”

“Master, why?”

“Be specific, slave.”

“Sorry, Master. Why would I kiss this object? It’s only going to hurt me.”

“Ask yourself how many kisses you’ve already spent on those who’ve wounded you.” He caressed my cheek with the paddle.

“You will learn so much from this implement. It will take you to places inside of you that you wish you could find alone. That is not an intimacy you wish to share with a stranger.”

For years now my only intimacy had been with strangers. Which further backed up Derek’s insistence that it was time for me to change. I puckered up and with my eyes squeezed shut, kissed the paddle. Surprisingly, I felt less stupid than I expected to.

“You have earned back the right of free, respectful speech. Good girl.”

It was the third time he’d said that to me. Those two little words – good girl – gave me chills on the back of my neck. I sought no praise in daily life, and that’s exactly what I got. The curious thrill it gave me made me want to hear it again. The idea that I had the power to make him say it, make him call me his good girl, simply through obedience, ignited a craving within me.

He switched the paddle back to his spanking hand and rested it against me, right where the base of my ass blended with the backs of my thighs.

“You are making progress, but you still have much to learn.”

“Yes, Master Sweet.” I resigned myself to the punishment, and even thought I might be beginning to understand it. I should have remained still. And next time, I knew I would. If only to hear him tell me I was good.

“Let us continue with that lesson. We will start with ten.”

I held my breath. He swatted the paddle against me, so swiftly that it felt like a bite. I couldn’t contain the small scream that leapt from my throat.

“Count it.”

“One,” I squeaked.

Another swat. Another squeal. “T...two.”

Swat. “Three!” Fierce determination infused my voice with an animalistic frenzy.

With every blow that landed, I felt a brand new white flower of pain against my skin. This was a much more intense punishment than my warm-up. But for all that, I somehow knew I could take it. The Master had already found parts of me I never knew I’d lost, and I sensed he had much more strength than he was using right now. Letting go of control, allowing myself to be cared for and punished by the Master was already having an effect on my stress levels.

With every blow the weight on my shoulders – the money, the investments – seemed to lighten. As if the quakes running through my body were dislodging everything, sending it into some abyss. Stroke by stroke the world shrunk. By the seventh, my entire universe consisted of the stinging red skin on my ass and thighs.

There was peacefulness to that realization. Though painful for the moment, the simplicity of life within these walls was a pleasant relief. The tightness in my chest released with the eighth stroke, and I let out a long controlled breath. A smooth, involuntary moan rode out on it. Master’s voice pressed through the nothingness in my mind.

“You are a swift learner. Perhaps I will relieve you of the final two strokes.”

I swam back into full consciousness. “No, Master. Please.” Two hours ago I would have thought he was cutting me slack. Now it felt like I was being short-changed.

“Excellent. You will indeed make a fine sub.”




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Covert Dreams by Michael Meyer

Title: Covert Dreams

Author: Michael Meyer

Genre: Thriller/Suspense/ Mystery

Publisher: Pacific Books

Release Date: June 1 2012

Format: Ebook




Synopsis:



Imagine waking up remembering intimate details about a country in which you have never traveled and fluently speaking a language that you have never spoken. B.J. is living the ideal life. He has a great wife, a wonderful job. And yet he is experiencing life-like vivid dreams of Munich, a city he has never visited.




Stan Halsey is a professor in Saudi Arabia, who sends for his wife to join him. She arrives, and, in the blink of an eye, she vanishes, leaving no trace of ever being alive in either the United States or in Saudi Arabia.
COVERT DREAMS is a fast-paced international suspense thriller that moves from Munich to the burning sands of Saudi Arabia. What is real, and who is responsible for the terrifying nightmare?






Excerpt:



The Munich all around her was bustling with activity. She could hear it from all directions. Munich was a wonderful city, a fun-loving place, the live and let live ebullience of the city emanating from its every nook and cranny. She had had a lovely stay here. All of it had been so adventurous, so new, so unlike life back home in Arizona. She could vividly recall the first time she had ventured into a Munich beer garden, where the liter mugs had been so huge that she had had to lift hers with both hands, and the giggles, from him, until he too had had to use both hands.




The fumbling noises he had been making came to an abrupt halt. He began stroking her cheek again. Gus looked so happy, so young, so full of life. It was so hard to imagine that he could be so heavily involved in all this horror.

Gus smiled at her once more. His eyes were soft, so gentle, so caring, so loving.

Maybe this was some kind of huge mistake. Maybe he wasn't going to kill her after all. Maybe everything would turn out happily ever after. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But then suddenly she saw it clearly. It was no fairy tale. There would be no maybe. This was real, as real as the mixture of sadness and fear that now flooded her brain.
And then she died, with her eyes wide open, challenging, piercing his to the end.









Author Bio  

I have resided in and have visited many places in the world, all of which have contributed in some way to my own published writing. I have literally traveled throughout the world, on numerous occasions. I have lived in Finland, Germany, Thailand, the U.S. Virgin Islands, and Saudi Arabia, where COVERT DREAMS is set. I gained the wanderlust to see the world, to experience other cultures, at an early age, and this desire has never left me. If anything, it has only gained in intensity as I have aged. I try to travel internationally at least once a year. In the interim, I spend lots of time traveling around both my home state of California and other nearby states.

I spent my early years in the small town of Lone Pine, California, the home of almost every western movie, in addition to a wide variety of other genres, made in the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. In fact, Hollywood still films parts of big-time movies there today. My dad, the town’s lifeguard at the time, personally knew John Wayne, Lloyd Bridges, and Lee Marvin, all of whom came to the town’s pool, the Memorial Plunge, at times to cool off after a hectic day of working in the sun. I was even an extra in a movie filmed there in 1957, MONOLITH MONSTERS, a B-cult favorite even today. I was ten years old at the time. Even though I resided in a small town hours from the big city, I was exposed to the excitement of action and heroes at a formative age, and, thus, my interest in writing novels of suspense such as COVERT DREAMS was born.

As a recent retiree from a forty-year career as a professor of writing, I now live in Southern California wine country with my wife, Kitty, and our two other cats.  




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Interview - Jeremy C. Schipp

Now so far, all my published writing has been erotica. But of course, that's not all I make covers for, and it's certainly not all I read. In the past year or two, I've been scanning around for new material and especially new genres that might interest me. One of the worlds I've explored is Bizarro fiction. One of the more famous exponents of this genre is a young feller-me-lad named Jeremy C. Schipp, and he very kindly consented to an interview. First, the goss...




Jeremy C. Shipp is the Bram Stoker Award-nominated author of Cursed, Vacation, and Sheep and Wolves. His shorter tales have appeared or are forthcoming in over 60 publications, the likes of Cemetery Dance, ChiZine, Apex Magazine, Withersin, and Shroud Magazine. Jeremy enjoys living in Southern California in a moderately haunted Victorian farmhouse called Rose Cottage. He lives there with a couple of pygmy tigers and a legion of yard gnomes. The gnomes like him. The clowns living in his attic–not so much. His twitter handle is @JeremyCShipp.




Willsin Rowe: As a writer, you’re often categorized under Bizarro fiction and/or horror. If you were forced at flaming-pie-point to categorize yourself, what term would you use?




Jeremy C. Schipp: I write funhouse-mirror-monster-mayhem fiction with a side of heart.




WR: Mmm...heart. I’m a recent convert to the world of Bizarro fiction. When I read it, I feel much like a young man who’s recently lost his virginity. It fills up my senses like a knight in the closet. I get lost in it, but don’t profess to any great understanding of it as yet. Can you explain Bizarro fiction for newbies like myself, or even for the uninitiated? Or, indeed, should you?




JS: I could explain Bizarro to you, but I’d have to cut you open and anthropomorphize your organs and talk directly to your spleen. That’s the only way. Well, the only really interesting way. And I can’t do that to you, because I forgot my magic anthropomorphism powder.




WR: And my spleen only speaks Danish. (In its favour, though, it eats its words and goes Dutch). There are, inevitably, critics of Bizarro. Why can’t you just write nice, sensible stories starring Kathryn Heigl, instead of...whatever that stuff is?




JS: I tried that once, but Kathryn Heigl ended up escaping my story and punching me in the face. As a human being, she’s a sweet person, but as a character, she’s really mean. I’m still afraid to speak her name. Also, I can’t write nice, sensible stories. Even if the tales start out that way, an evil clown always shows up and makes things uncomfortable for everyone.



WR: Last work function I went to only really got going when half an evil clown arrived. But then, I was working in advertising...Now, let’s get down to tin tax. Is there one in your state? If not, should there be?




JS: I live in the State of Confusion, and here there’s a tax on tin sporks, which is weird, because tin spoons and tin forks aren’t taxed. In my opinion, all tin utensils should be taxed, except for shrimp forks.




WR: Well, most countries agree that a spork is a luxury item. It's the liger of the culinary world, after all. When the yard gnomes and the attic clowns declare war, which side will the Smurfs take?




JS: You would think that the Smurfs and the yard gnomes would team up, since they wear similar hats, and you’d be right. Good job.




WR: I have a nose for it. Which known planet should we re-name, and what should we call it?




JS: Pluto isn’t considered a planet these days, but I think if we re-name it to something really awesome, maybe the scientists will let Pluto join the reindeer games again. Maybe Pluto should be called Dragonsphere or Ninjagod.




WR: I’ll start Bedazzling the placards. We’ll march in April! Well, we may... Anyway, what are you planning for your next birthmark?




JS: The next time I’m born, I want a Dragonsphere birthmark right next to my Ninjagod tattoo.




WR: What’s your favorite three-syllable word?

JS: Humdinger.




WR: What’s your least favorite three-syllable word?

JS: Secretion.




WR: What’s your least uninteresting three word sentence?

JS: Razzmatazz.




WR: Have you ever written a three word letter?

JS: Dear Willsin:

No.




WR: Have you ever written a letter with Word 3?

JS: Yes, that’s how I wrote the letter to you when answering the previous question.






Well, I tells ya...that was fun! If you've been thinking about dipping your toe, or indeed any section of your body, into the world of Bizarro fiction, then I heartily recommend giving it a whirl. And you could certainly do worse than these two collections what I've stuck in here around this awesome sentence.







Attic Clowns




Attic Toys

Coupling Two - Excerpt

Coupling Two released not all that long ago. November 16th, I believe it was. As I've said before, I feel completely awe-struck to be in an anthology with three of the best smut-slingers going around: Selena Kitt, Alison Tyler and the editor herself, Sommer Marsden. It probably sounds like hyperbole, but these three women are my biggest influences in erotica. And they've all made big contributions to the furthering of Willsin Rowe as an author...at different times and in different ways, they've all let me play in their sand-box. So to speak...








So anyway, I thought the time was right to spread a little of the lurve that's contained within the pages of Coupling Two! This is the story of Teresa (Tez) and Bradley, who've recently become the parents of a baby girl, Abbie. Teresa, particularly, is finding dealing with their new daughter to be a trying experience. How, oh, how can Bradley ease her troubles? Hmm...let's see what he thinks of, shall we?








This, I Can Do (excerpt)






The bed was comfortable and the morning was warm. With the blinds closed, the room had a twilight feel about it. The night had been awful, and my beautiful husband was tending our beautiful baby. Conditions were perfect for a long and well-deserved sleep. 

So it was sweet torture to realize that I was horny like I couldn’t believe. My shower interlude had done less than nothing. It was like killing one ant, only to awaken the entire colony. The tickling want in my pussy had only one cure, and it was the one that, after months of discomfort and then 19 hours of agony, scared me the most. 

Bradley’s cock. 

Everything was quiet in the house. Either Bradley had left with Abbie, or he’d done the impossible. Actually gotten her down. 

“Babe?” I remembered my sister using that voice. The one you try to project three rooms away without actually making any noise. 

He nudged the door open. Abbie was still in his arms, but with a gel-coated pacifier in her mouth she was finally, blissfully asleep. Or maybe it was the warmth and strong pounding of her daddy’s chest. Hell, I’d long ago lost count of the times I’d fallen asleep listening to Bradley’s heartbeat. 

“Babe, why don’t you put her down?” 

“I don’t get to hold her like this all that often.” 

I drew the covers slowly down and showed him where my hand was. “Oh. Okay.” 

Bradley moaned as he once again studied my naked body. “Oh, God. I’ll be right back.” 

Abbie stirred as he placed her back in her crib. She let out a plaintive little moaning cry and I felt my belly tense up. That was it. She was back awake. I knew it. 

There was a little bleating, and I could hear Bradley cooing at her, and then…silence. I held my breath as if the sound of it would wake her. Then, there he was. My knight in shining drool. The sexiest thing I’d seen in…forever. 

“You did it. I don’t know how, but you actually did it.” 

He made short work of his messed-up shirt and started on his belt. “You made the play. I just scored the touchdown.” 

Unable to resist any longer, I rolled up off the bed and threw myself into him. He curled those big arms around me and slipped his hands down down to cup my huge ass. 

“Oh, Tez. I’ve missed this.” 

With my head resting against his chest, right where his “Abigail” tattoo sat, his deep voice boomed in my ear. It wasn’t making me sleepy, though. 

I stripped his belt out from his pants and pulled him free of them. His cock felt like a soldier returning from war, hot and hard and oh-so-ready. “Oh, babe…” I slipped free of his arms and fell to my knees. The warmth of the day had given him a sheen of manly sweat that spiced up the taste of his cock. 

“Tez…Tez…” Just that. It was like he had no other words. His body trembled as my mouth worked him. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to stop. This was the most powerful, and capable, I’d felt since Abbie was born. This, I could do. 

What A Month!

Yep, November turned out to be an amazing and draining month. By my count, four separate book covers for other people. Also, three very similar covers for the Katie Salidas & Willsin Rowe partnership.



And therein lies the real kicker.



Three titles released in a single month. The three-part "Consummate Therapy" series, to be exact.








Submission Therapy         |         Occupational Therapy         |         Immersion Therapy


Now the first title, "Submission Therapy", released on November 2, and Katie and I had all the writing wrapped up well before that. But because we were hitting the promo circuit so hard, the second and third titles really fell behind. I mean, we had the bare bones and quite a bit of the meat already. This was a series that had a vision behind it from the beginning.



But bones and meat are just not enough. We needed to apply the finish. And when balancing ourselves around a whole bunch of other everyday activities and duties, we really had to burn our candles at both ends. And in the middle as well, just to be sure.



In the end, we have ourselves an intense, and very readable, trilogy of BDSM erotica. But don't just take our word for it. The reviews are coming in at a very pleasing rate, and they've all been so positive. Here are just some of the comments:




"The fact that "Submission Therapy" had a main theme that branched beyond the main idea of smutty sex had me completely addicted to this "couples" story."




"This tantalizing short has just sizzled its way to the top of my yummy list!! It's sexy, realistic, and did I mention uber hot?"




"I was hooked from the first page and this hot eBook kept me flipping as fast as I could read."




"Submission Therapy has everything i look for and much, much more. It caught my attention very quickly and kept it until the very end."




"Rowe and Salidas draw you into the story, connecting you with characters that you find yourself talking to, hoping for their future to turn around. Great team of writers and a great outcome."




"I will say that it was a real pleasure to read this story by someone who knows the true meaning of BDSM and knows how to write it. I give this short story five good spankings and highly recommend it!"






As any author will attest, simply writing a story you're proud of is an uplifting experience. To have it loved by so many other people is simply humbling and beautiful.




Thank you to all our readers, and double thanks to our wonderful reviewers.

Occupational Therapy - excerpt

The latest release from the teaming of Salidas and Rowe has been out for nearly a week already. And I just realised I hadn't announced it in any proper fashion, so I'm doing it now.









"Occupational Therapy" is the second book in a three-part series, under the title of "Consummate Therapy". This one picks up right where "Submission Therapy" left off, and shows the reader more about Dr Benson, more about Master Sweet...and a whole lot more about Natasha.



But don't just take my word for it. Here's a juicy excerpt for you all!



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From "Occupational Therapy"...






My heart was just beginning to slow, so I tried to push Derek and his lying, sneaky, beautiful mouth out of my head. Thanks to my trusty medicine – the only thing I could rely on, clearly – I was breathing easier. I couldn’t wait to see Derek again and give him a white-hot earful. He’d failed me just like every other head-shrinking toolbag had.

I felt a rush of pinpricks through my chest as I pictured spewing my disappointment all over Doctor Derek and his touchy-feely office. At first I thought it was adrenaline, but I quickly realized I was spiraling into anxiety again. Through my heavy office door I could still hear the sounds of panic; feet scurrying, paper rustling, voices hissing. I closed my eyes and searched for something to calm me. 

The only image, the only memory, that I could conjure was from earlier today. My limbs bound, my ass naked and vulnerable...my Master instructing me. I saw again how my face had looked in that mirror, the wide-eyed anticipation as His taut arm raised and whipped His hand down onto my body.

My ass throbbed with every imagined blow, and though it seemed impossible, my muscles started to ease. My shoulders slumped, my core relaxed. It felt as if I was liquefying. Especially in my panties.

Eyes still closed, I flipped open the button fly of my horrendous jeans. I bit my bottom lip hard as I slipped my fingers down into the wet heat of my pussy, zeroing straight in on my clit. I replayed the all-too-short scene with the paddle, almost hearing the sharp, cracking blows, and squeezing my little bud in time with every one of them.

An enormous climax began building, like a storm. Seconds from release, my fucking phone rang and ripped through my fantasy. I couldn’t pull my hand away from its work, so I pushed the speaker button.

“What? I said no calls!”

“Natasha, is that any way to speak to me?”

Fuck. I was busted. “Derek...I don’t recall giving you my direct–”

“Cut the crap, Natasha. You were to go straight home.”

“No, I will. I just–”

“No, you won’t.” The steel in his voice cut me to the quick.

“Honest, Derek, I will.” I hated the pleading tone in my voice.

“No. You’ll come back to my office.”

“I can’t possibly–”

“Natasha, you promised to take this seriously. You will come here. Now. Drop what you’re doing.”

I pulled my hand out of my pussy as if it had been shocked. Did He...know what I was doing? He couldn’t possibly. But He’d shown such insight in our session...

“This is highly inconvenient, Derek.”

“So is a week in hospital.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” I could almost see the smirk on his face.




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More Release-y Goodness!

I'm all flush with releasiness this week! Not only did my co-authored work, "Occupational Therapy", release on Friday November 16th...but so did this little baby.









Coupling Two features the work of four authors. I'm the lone male voice, but the other three authors? My goodness! Three of the finest working in smut today, three of the nicest women in the industry, and all three of them have had an enormous influence on yours truly.



I'm talking about Selena Kitt, Alison Tyler and the editor herself, Sommer Marsden. Lordy, but I'm in wonderful company with this anthology.



Twelve stories of couples - all kinds of couples - doing what couples do best. The sexiness of commitment, the unspoken language of fierce familiarity. Knowing exactly where to touch her. Exactly what moves will entice him. And just the right words to convey it all.

Do You Need Therapy?

If you're on Facebook, then you may be in luck!




Check out the Excessica Publishing page on Facebook.




There's a quick and easy contest, and three lucky entrants will win a copy of "Submission Therapy" in the format of their choice.




Simply go to the post marked CONTEST/GIVEAWAY and follow the instructions! (It's easy...all you have to do is type in the comment: "I need therapy".)




Good luck, everyone!

All Aboooooard!

The "Submission Therapy" blog tour has taken us to many lovely places. But this time around, we got to visit some areas in Australia which I've not been to in aaaaages!




First up, there was the Riverina Romantics blog page. For our overseas readers, the Riverina region is in southern-central New South Wales (Australia). It's famous for wool, wheat, rice and even wine...and lately for some awesomely hawt erotic romance! From memory, the last time I was in that region was way back in 1983, for a family activity camp during the school holidays. I imagine it's probably changed a little since then!




We've put up a little blurb and excerpt over there, if you feel like getting a little hot and bothered!




Then, earlier this week we hit Wollongong (pronounced Woollen Gong) on the New South Wales southern-central coast. Last time I went there (about 20 years ago) it was about a 2 hour drive south of Sydney. Times and roads may have changed that travel time. Anyway, it's a beautiful town, with a gorgeous lighthouse. When the weather's good in Wollongong, it's about as good as weather gets.




Now while we were in Wollongong, we stopped by the blog page of one Maggie Nash, an erotic romance author of some repute. She asked us all sorts of questions about the process of writing Submission Therapy, and the intricacies of co-authoring. And then it got all personal!




You might be surprised what you learn about Katie and me if you head over and check it out here...




Thanks to my fellow Aussie authors for the chance to meet and greet with some people we might otherwise not have met.




Cheers to youse!