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October 24, 2013
Drama on Skyline Drive by Avery Dawes
Today I'm spotlighting "Drama on Skyline Drive" by Avery Dawes, one of the stories in the 2013 Charity Sip Blitz MM anthology published by Torquere Press. All proceeds from the sale of the anthology will be donated to Outserve-SLDN.
The scoop on Avery's story:
Title: Drama on Skyline Drive - This is a sequel to Mountain Memories, http://goo.gl/dmmJg
Length: 6500 words
Genre: Contemporary M-M Romance
Heat level: Bell pepper (more on the sweet and mild side)
Blurb:
As Ranger Mason Lake settles into his new job at Shenandoah National Park, he is quickly tested with a morning crammed full of annoying calls for service and ominous weather. The only bright spot is a phone call from his boyfriend, Jax, wanting to meet for lunch…but a heated argument ensues when the pair finally catch up. Before they can make amends, a frantic driver interrupts, reporting a badly injured hiker. The other rangers in the area are all occupied, but Mason needs assistance to rescue the wounded teen. Will Jax be willing to set aside their differences to help, before the storm breaks? Buy links: 2013 Charity Sip Blitz AnthologyDrama on Skyline Drive (individual story) Author Bio: After growing up in Pennsylvania, Avery Dawes now makes her home south of the Mason-Dixon Line. She functions on copious amounts of sweet tea. Her independent-minded cat allows her plenty of time to create passionate stories full of good-looking men. Of course, life is too short for her characters not to live happily ever after. When not working, Avery can be found lounging on the beach, plotting stories and searching for new character inspirations. Avery and Denise share a blog and a website. They can be found at http://denisewyant.wordpress.comand www.deniselwyant.com
October 22, 2013
Breeder by Cara Bristol "Secrets of the wounded hero..."
I'm excited to host Cara Bristol today, whose new sci fi romance Breeder is tearing up the charts on Amazon! I just finished reading Breeder last night and absolutely loved it. Definitely a book I'll keep to read again and again. Here's Cara...
Secrets of the wounded hero…
By Cara Bristol
It’s no surprise women are drawn to powerful men. It’s why romance heroes are almost always tough, commanding men. But a perfectly macho man is a little too perfect. He’s unreal. But a wounded or tortured hero? A powerful man who is vulnerable?
Meltdown on aisle four! The wounded hero evokes sympathy and a need to care for him in addition to lust. When he prevails despite being wounded, it makes him even more courageous.
In romance fiction you’ll typically see the wounded hero as someone who has suffered in his past—and who has never healed. The suffering can result from a childhood trauma, a war experience, the death of friend or spouse, a lover’s infidelity.
Though the hero bravely marches on, the trauma dogs him—until he meets the right woman. Enter the heroine. Her love mitigates his suffering.
Commander Dak of Breeder, an erotic sci-fi domestic discipline novel, is a wounded hero. Someone close to him betrayed and nearly killed him.
The hairs on his neck stood up seconds before a twig snapped behind him. Dak whipped around, feinting to the side, but not soon enough. Agony lanced through him as a dagger sliced between his ribs.
His injured arm hung useless, and Dak roared with pain and rage and shoved his attacker. His assailant’s face contorted into a rictus of hatred as he latched onto Dak’s shoulder and twisted the knife.
Dak survived, prevailed, and became one of five ruling Alphas of his planet. But it was not without sacrifice:
No one, save Corren in private, called him by name anymore. The man called Dak had vanished with the completion of military training. He’d surrendered his right to fulfill his personal needs when he’d assumed command of his people. Even securing a breeder had been mandated by his position. Dak did not exist. He was only Alpha.
His position renders him peerless—except for the other four Commanders. But Parseon is an aggressive, violent race, and Dak knows not to trust.
Put any two Alphas in a room and one could not predict what would occur. Aggression and the inclination to dominate simmered beneath the thinnest veneer of politeness. But for survival, he needed to test the winds. He considered the old Terran saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” wise advice.
His friends numbered a few. But enemies? Too many to count.
On Parseon , females are slaves whose sole function is to serve as reproductive incubators. They have no status in the male-centered, male-dominated culture. Men seek sexual companionship from other males. To feel lust for a lowly female is considered deviant, a violation against nature and Parseon Protocol.
Dak must secure his legacy by producing a son. He purchases a breeder named Omra. And the highest of the high finds comfort with the lowest of the low:
As Alpha, he could not risk idle conversation with other males, as an offhand comment could alter the course of history, undo interplanetary diplomacy, or end lives. He had to consider the nuance of every single word before he uttered it, making conversation taxing. Even with Corren, he maintained a caution. He’d made a lot of decisions from his gut, and his intuition had saved his life on more than one occasion.
But Omra hid no agenda, secret strategy, or ambition to build or destroy an empire. True, she’d wreaked a fair amount of trouble, but she presented no political threat to his command or his life. Talking with her relaxed him.
Omra sees him for what he really is.
He’d grown taller, broader, his musculature bulging and coiling, presenting her with a blood-chilling glimpse of what his opponents faced in battle—the most awesome warrior of their society…But something else had slipped through his fierce facade, something none of his foes would ever see. Fear. Pain. He hid it well, so it was only a glimmer, a speck beneath the outrage, but she recognized it.
In her he finds comfort and passion:
His name, uttered in her throaty voice, sounded sweeter than her honeyed pastries. “Yes, Omra?” He savored the vibration of her name; it hummed like a mantra on his lips. She calmed him—when she wasn’t causing claws of lust to rake his body until he thought he’d go insane.
But their passion is forbidden by the law of Protocol. And Dak’s enemies are only too eager to use it against him.
BreederBlurb:
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 graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and domestic discipline. Breeder buy links: Loose-IDAmazon USAmazon UKAll Romance
Author website
Twitter @CaraBristol
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Secrets of the wounded hero… By Cara Bristol
It’s no surprise women are drawn to powerful men. It’s why romance heroes are almost always tough, commanding men. But a perfectly macho man is a little too perfect. He’s unreal. But a wounded or tortured hero? A powerful man who is vulnerable?
Meltdown on aisle four! The wounded hero evokes sympathy and a need to care for him in addition to lust. When he prevails despite being wounded, it makes him even more courageous.
In romance fiction you’ll typically see the wounded hero as someone who has suffered in his past—and who has never healed. The suffering can result from a childhood trauma, a war experience, the death of friend or spouse, a lover’s infidelity.
Though the hero bravely marches on, the trauma dogs him—until he meets the right woman. Enter the heroine. Her love mitigates his suffering.
Commander Dak of Breeder, an erotic sci-fi domestic discipline novel, is a wounded hero. Someone close to him betrayed and nearly killed him.
The hairs on his neck stood up seconds before a twig snapped behind him. Dak whipped around, feinting to the side, but not soon enough. Agony lanced through him as a dagger sliced between his ribs.
His injured arm hung useless, and Dak roared with pain and rage and shoved his attacker. His assailant’s face contorted into a rictus of hatred as he latched onto Dak’s shoulder and twisted the knife.
Dak survived, prevailed, and became one of five ruling Alphas of his planet. But it was not without sacrifice:
No one, save Corren in private, called him by name anymore. The man called Dak had vanished with the completion of military training. He’d surrendered his right to fulfill his personal needs when he’d assumed command of his people. Even securing a breeder had been mandated by his position. Dak did not exist. He was only Alpha.
His position renders him peerless—except for the other four Commanders. But Parseon is an aggressive, violent race, and Dak knows not to trust.
Put any two Alphas in a room and one could not predict what would occur. Aggression and the inclination to dominate simmered beneath the thinnest veneer of politeness. But for survival, he needed to test the winds. He considered the old Terran saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” wise advice.
His friends numbered a few. But enemies? Too many to count.
On Parseon , females are slaves whose sole function is to serve as reproductive incubators. They have no status in the male-centered, male-dominated culture. Men seek sexual companionship from other males. To feel lust for a lowly female is considered deviant, a violation against nature and Parseon Protocol.
Dak must secure his legacy by producing a son. He purchases a breeder named Omra. And the highest of the high finds comfort with the lowest of the low:
As Alpha, he could not risk idle conversation with other males, as an offhand comment could alter the course of history, undo interplanetary diplomacy, or end lives. He had to consider the nuance of every single word before he uttered it, making conversation taxing. Even with Corren, he maintained a caution. He’d made a lot of decisions from his gut, and his intuition had saved his life on more than one occasion.
But Omra hid no agenda, secret strategy, or ambition to build or destroy an empire. True, she’d wreaked a fair amount of trouble, but she presented no political threat to his command or his life. Talking with her relaxed him.
Omra sees him for what he really is.
He’d grown taller, broader, his musculature bulging and coiling, presenting her with a blood-chilling glimpse of what his opponents faced in battle—the most awesome warrior of their society…But something else had slipped through his fierce facade, something none of his foes would ever see. Fear. Pain. He hid it well, so it was only a glimmer, a speck beneath the outrage, but she recognized it.
In her he finds comfort and passion:
His name, uttered in her throaty voice, sounded sweeter than her honeyed pastries. “Yes, Omra?” He savored the vibration of her name; it hummed like a mantra on his lips. She calmed him—when she wasn’t causing claws of lust to rake his body until he thought he’d go insane.
But their passion is forbidden by the law of Protocol. And Dak’s enemies are only too eager to use it against him.
BreederBlurb:
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 graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and domestic discipline. Breeder buy links: Loose-IDAmazon USAmazon UKAll Romance
Author website
Twitter @CaraBristol
October 18, 2013
Saturday Spankings: Betsy learns her punishment
Welcome to Saturday Spankings!
I'm picking up where I left off last week with my work-in-progress and sequel to
Surrender
, Hunky Alien Spanky Time. Sorry, but the real title didn't come to me this week. Anyway, last week Betsy had just been found guilty of conspiring against the Kall aliens. Here's what happens next:
What horrible punishment would be her fate?
Please don’t let them kill me.
As the old Kall judge took his seat, her stomach twisted and convulsed. Her heart pounded and her hands felt clammy in her lap. At least the accused in a Kall court didn’t have to stand for judgment. Now way would her legs work right now.
“Betsy Carson, First Daughter of the United States, you are sentenced to a lifetime of slavery in the Sumlin District on the Kall homeworld. You will be sold at auction to the highest bidder upon your arrival, and I have no doubt you will spend the rest of your days regretting your crimes.”
Thanks for stopping by! Please visit the authors below for more Saturday Spankings snippets.
I'm picking up where I left off last week with my work-in-progress and sequel to
Surrender
, Hunky Alien Spanky Time. Sorry, but the real title didn't come to me this week. Anyway, last week Betsy had just been found guilty of conspiring against the Kall aliens. Here's what happens next:What horrible punishment would be her fate?
Please don’t let them kill me.
As the old Kall judge took his seat, her stomach twisted and convulsed. Her heart pounded and her hands felt clammy in her lap. At least the accused in a Kall court didn’t have to stand for judgment. Now way would her legs work right now.
“Betsy Carson, First Daughter of the United States, you are sentenced to a lifetime of slavery in the Sumlin District on the Kall homeworld. You will be sold at auction to the highest bidder upon your arrival, and I have no doubt you will spend the rest of your days regretting your crimes.”
Thanks for stopping by! Please visit the authors below for more Saturday Spankings snippets.
October 15, 2013
Announcing Spank or Treat 2013
IF THE BROOMSTICK FITS, RIDE IT!!!
Do you like spanking stories, prizes, and Halloween? Do you miss the days when kids came to your door asking for candy, or when you were young enough to do the trick-or-treating? You’re in luck! Spank or Treat 2012 was so much fun that we’ve brought you a bigger and better collective short story extravaganza for 2013. It’s trick-or-treating for adults, and we do mean adults!
Want to become a Spank or Treat ambassador and earn an extra prize entry? See below!
Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!Kindle Fire or Nook HD (winner’s choice)!
(donated by Blushing Books)$100 gift certificate to LazyDay
(donated by LazyDay Publishing)$50 gift certificate to Blushing Books(donated by Blushing Books)$20 gift certificate to Amazon!
(donated by Stormy Night Publications)Custom-made Spank or Treat paddle*!
(donated by Blondie’s Place)
*Available to US and Canada participants only Six-month membership to Discipline and Desire!
(donated by Discipline and Desire) Book Bundle from Decadent Publishing
(Donated by Decadent Publishing)Pre-publication consultation of a manuscript up to 15K(donated by Wizards in Publishing)
Plus, all Spank or Treaters are eligible for free books!
Holding Hannah, by Maren Smith
Available to the first 50 participants! Love’s Reprise, by Cassandre Dayne, Lucy Felthouse, Olivia Starke, Kate Richards, and Anastasia VitskyComing to Terms, by Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and Anastasia VitskyAvailable to ALL participants who complete the Spank or Treat 2013 challenge!
Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!
What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?
Here are the rules:
Visit each blog between the Friday, October 25th and Sunday, October 27th to read the posted stories and excerpts.Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on October 27th!!If you successfully completed the Spankee Doodle, Love Spanks, or last year’s Spank or Treat 2012 challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
Like these events? Want to support your friendly spanking fiction authors? Become a Spank or Treat Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, send an email to ana_stasia2007 at yahoo dot com, with the subject line “Spank or Treat Ambassador”.
For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.
Like Spank or Treat on Facebook!
Tweet #spankortreat on Twitter!
The Latest Book Censorship Fiasco
Run inside, lock your doors, close the curtains, and hide your Kindle. 'Cause sh*t just got real and the thought police are here to drag you away.If you don't know what I'm babbling about, check out these articles:
WH Smith takes website offline after porn e-book scandal
Amazon removes abuse-themed e-books from store
This article written by Jeremy Wilson on The Kernel is apparently what started it all.
So what's the problem here? Amazon seems to be deleting books from their store willy nilly, some books that definitely aren't "abuse-themed" while allowing other books that are similar in subject to remain untouched.
Are your panties in a twist yet? They should be. Censorship is not cool. This is 20-effin-13 and no book, self published, small e-published, or big 5/6 published should be kept out of readers hands. Period. I don't care how "smutty" a book is or how "vulgar" the title is, it's still a BOOK. Aren't we past the days of book burning?
If you're friends with me on Facebook, maybe you saw my woe-is-me posts yesterday about 5 of my books being taken down by Amazon. No, they weren't Sue Lyndon books, but under another name I use. Under this other name, I was doing pretty well. So well that I spent a few weeks on the Amazon top 100 erotica author list. Yesterday morning I was still hanging on to that list around #80, and then ...boom....those 5 titles were taken down and now I'm no longer on that list.
Now I'm paranoid. I saw many other authors speaking out about their books being deleted, and I can't help but wonder...where will it stop? It seems this round of deletions (Amazon has done this before) has been more intensive than the last ones. My Twitter and Facebook stream were blowing up yesterday more so than in the past. Amazon isn't the only e-bookstore deleting books either. Kobo titles are disappearing too, and self-published authors are being especially targeted.
As a reader, I'm infuriated. I don't want a company deciding what is and isn't acceptable for me to read. If I want to read about barely legal virgins getting deflowered by their stepdads while a dinosaur watches and then joins in, then darnit I want to be able to find those books.
As an author of erotic spanking fiction, I'm worried. What's to say Amazon won't decide adult spanking stories are abuse?
I understand that Amazon is a store and can decide what to sell, but its content guidelines are on the vague side, which leaves authors completely in the dark while trying to figure out if their book violates said precious guidelines or not. Why are some pseudoinsest titles disappearing and not others? Oh yeah, and I'm still able to find plenty of dark rapey erotica, so what gives, Amazon? And why oh why am I easily able to search for and buy dildos, violent movies, and anal lube, but not some erotica titles?
Like many authors, I received one of those form Amazon KDP emails yesterday. It listed my books and vague reasons of why they are violating Amazon's content guidelines. All but one of my covers was pretty conservative, in my opinion, so I had to chuckle over the cover art violations for the books that hardly showed any skin.
You have an erotica category in your Kindle section, Amazon. Stop pretending that you don't. If you want to prevent minors from searching for erotica, then put an adult filter on your website. Smashwords has one. Oh, and if you do put an adult filter on your website, Amazon, you might want to hide the dildos and violent movies too.
I'm holding my breath and waiting to see what happens next. My heart goes out to all those authors affected by the deletions yesterday. A lot of authors are really hurting right now. I really hope this erotica witch-hunt ends and that the censored books will be republished. Until then, I'm off to work on my latest book. It's a naughty little piece called Amazon Has Cock Breath. You should see the cover!
October 11, 2013
Saturday Spankings: "Guilty on all charges!" #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings!
Remember Betsy Carson from
Surrender
? She was the First Daughter, the one who ran off after she was betrothed to Merrok, a Kall warrior, prompting the need for Fiona Lockhart to impersonate Betsy and take her place in the marriage to avoid further conflict with the powerful aliens. It's mentioned in Surrender that Betsy's been caught and is facing a trial in a Kall court. Well, I'm finally getting around to writing the sequel, which will be Betsy's story. Sorry I haven't decided on a title yet, so let's just call it Hunky Alien Spanky Time for now.
The following scene takes place in the courtroom. Bogus terrorist charges have been brought against Betsy because the Kall want her to pay for breaking her betrothal to Merrok.
“Guilty on all charges!” The judge’s thunderous voice echoed through the courtroom, and his words cut the final thread of hope Betsy had been foolishly clinging to.
Guilty, guilty, guilty. Her heart lurched painfully as triumphant shouts in the Kall tongue spread like wildfire all around, immersing her in sorrow. None of them knew her personally, but they were happy she’d been found guilty and rejoiced over the yet unannounced punishment she would endure.
The judge stood up on his podium to glare down at the noisy crowd. One stern look was enough to silence the lot of them. Now was the time for sentencing, and the seconds dragged on like hours as Betsy waited and waited.
Thanks for stopping by! Please visit the blogs below for more Saturday Spanking snippets:
Remember Betsy Carson from
Surrender
? She was the First Daughter, the one who ran off after she was betrothed to Merrok, a Kall warrior, prompting the need for Fiona Lockhart to impersonate Betsy and take her place in the marriage to avoid further conflict with the powerful aliens. It's mentioned in Surrender that Betsy's been caught and is facing a trial in a Kall court. Well, I'm finally getting around to writing the sequel, which will be Betsy's story. Sorry I haven't decided on a title yet, so let's just call it Hunky Alien Spanky Time for now.The following scene takes place in the courtroom. Bogus terrorist charges have been brought against Betsy because the Kall want her to pay for breaking her betrothal to Merrok.
“Guilty on all charges!” The judge’s thunderous voice echoed through the courtroom, and his words cut the final thread of hope Betsy had been foolishly clinging to.
Guilty, guilty, guilty. Her heart lurched painfully as triumphant shouts in the Kall tongue spread like wildfire all around, immersing her in sorrow. None of them knew her personally, but they were happy she’d been found guilty and rejoiced over the yet unannounced punishment she would endure.
The judge stood up on his podium to glare down at the noisy crowd. One stern look was enough to silence the lot of them. Now was the time for sentencing, and the seconds dragged on like hours as Betsy waited and waited.
Thanks for stopping by! Please visit the blogs below for more Saturday Spanking snippets:
October 8, 2013
Book Spotlight: Scent of a Mate by Milly Taiden
Today I'm spotlighting Scent of a Mate, a hot new paranormal romance by Milly Taiden. Be sure to check out the book trailer and the excerpt...and the awesome giveaways too!
Blurb:
Mission: Scent a Mate Jordan Alvarez knew that a promise to her best friend involved staking out the local wolf pack's scenting ceremony and recording the graphic details, but she was the writer and the only one with the balls to finish the task. No one would know that four human women had sneaked proof of their rituals, or at least, that was the plan until Aric Wolfe showed up.
Mission: Stake a Claim Aric Wolfe knew his baby sister was up to something, and expected her best friend, Jordan, to be in on the chaos. He finally had an opportunity to lay claim to a mate that had been under his nose for years. Jordan's scent called to both the man and the animal, and he was done fighting the call of the beast. It was time to mark his mate.
Mission: Survive an Alpha When a good intention creates a problem for the Wolfe family, Jordan finds herself being stalked by a woman intent on claiming Aric as her own. Battle lines will be drawn, love will be put to the test, and Aric will have to fight Jordan's strong personality to keep her alive. Two alpha hearts seeking control will either find the balance or risk losing their love forever.
Buy Links
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Excerpt:
“I’m ready,” Jordan whispered.
Emma had gone full commando mode and made everyone wear black outfits and earpieces to stay in constant communication. Emma loved all things action, so it hadn’t surprised Jordan that she’d tried to get them all to look like they came out of Mission Impossible.
“This is Karla. I’m ready too.”
“You guys are supposed to say over,” Emma hissed over the line.
“This is Nicole. Ready also. And over what?”
“When you finish saying something, you’re supposed to say ‘over’ like in the movies,” Emma said.
“But this isn’t a movie. And why would I say over?” Karla whispered.
“This is the most action we’re going to see in a while. Can we at least make it interesting?” Emma was trying to make a simple mission into a scene from Die Hard.
“We are wearing frigging black spandex for you. I draw the line at painting lines on my face and hauling army gear. I am not going to end each thing I say with over.” And just for the hell of it, Jordan grinned and added, “Over.”
“Shhh. They’re going to hear us!” Emma chastised.
Jordan rolled her eyes. “They can’t hear us. We’re so far away we need binoculars. Now, everyone be serious, this is an important mission we’re doing.”
“Okay, so now that we all know we’re at our designated spots, we just do the videotaping all the way through?” Karla sounded breathless. What the heck was she doing?
“Yes. Don’t forget to put your video cameras on their tripods in the best location we can get a clear image so I can review all the memory cards later on.” Jordan glanced around the darkened vicinity. A shudder crawled up her spine. She’d swear someone was watching her, but it was impossible. She’d done a full scouting of the area and had not seen anyone.
“Did you all remember your backup batteries?” Funny that they were all middle school teachers and Emma was the only one all kids referred to as drill sergeant.
“Yes. I got ‘em. Over.”
Jordan rubbed her temple. She would end up with a headache before the mission ever started.
A prickling at the back of her neck made her glance around. Thick trees surrounded her in the dark forest. The hairs on her arms stood on end in warning. Her sole focus turned to every sound she heard. The soft whistling of the crickets tried to soothe her mind. But then something shuffled in the trees. What the hell? She wasn’t a person to be easily scared, but she knew something or someone was out there. The sound of her heartbeats turned louder in her head. Still, no other noise could be heard. Then, howling from the ceremony location made her turn to stare at the area. A crowd had gathered. A big crowd. They were surrounding the clearing, but far back enough where she and the others could see from the higher elevation.
Everyone was in human shape. They chatted animatedly. Hugs and kisses were shared. A massive fire roared in the center. Torches and lanterns hung from chains draped over branches, illuminating the clearing and allowing for a great visual.
She dropped down to her knees and dug the legs to her tripod deep into the earth for stability. Then she locked her video camera on to it and set it to record.
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Author Bio:
Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading romance, thrillers and suspense.
Find out more about Milly Taiden here:
Email: millytaidenauthor@gmail.com
Website: http://www.millytaiden.com
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Scent of a Mate Sassy Mates Book One
Wolf Fever Alpha Project Book One
Wolf Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book One
Sharp Change Black Meadows Pack Book One
Caged Heat Black Meadows Pack Book Two
“Mate Event” Halloween Heat III
Fate’s Wish
Wynter’s Captive
Coming Soon
Dangerous Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book Two
Alpha Fever Alpha Project Book Two
Match Made in Hell
Caught by the Alpha
Unwanted Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book Three
Mate Fever Alpha Project Book Three
As April Angel
Stranded Temptation
Party Crasher
A Hero’s Pride Wounded Soldiers #1
A Hero Scarred Wounded Soldiers #2
The Sizzling Encounters Series
Mr. Buff #1
Wicked Valentine #2
Lucky Break #3
Coming Soon
A Hero’s Surrender
A Hero’s Temptation
October 4, 2013
Saturday Spankings: Shana's in trouble with Uncle Daman...again.
Welcome to Saturday Spankings!
I'm pleased to report Daman's Ward is finished and in the publishers hands right now, so hopefully I'll have some good news about it soon. It came in slightly shorter than Shana's Guardian and I'm super excited about it.
In the following scene, Daman is about to announce Shana's punishment for sneaking past the barrier to spend the night dancing in the gypsy village with her friends. If you've read Shana's Guardian, then you already know what she has coming, since there's a brief reference to this instance in that book. (Hint: it involves a strap!)
His gaze burned into her, and she fidgeted underneath the covers, feeling as if he was stripping her naked with his eyes. Or at least peering into her soul to discover her secrets. Like the biggest secret of all – that she loved him. Hopelessly.
“You broke a lot of rules last night, young lady.” He scooted to the edge of his chair, leaning over her. “You were very naughty. I’ve decided on your punishment.”
Daman's Ward 'unofficial' blurb:
Shana has never given her guardian, Uncle Daman, a bit of trouble . . . that is until she turns eighteen and decides she’s an adult and can therefore do as she pleases. After getting caught drinking and transporting illegal alcohol, the council in Jackson Settlement lock Shana and her friends up. Uncle Daman comes to her rescue, but she soon discovers she hasn’t escaped punishment entirely. He gives her a spanking – her first spanking ever. He also insists that turning eighteen doesn’t change a thing. She’s still his ward, and she’ll remain subject to his discipline as long as she lives under his roof.
Daman is shocked by Shana’s sudden rebellious behavior, and he’s determined to curb it by whatever means necessary. One spanking isn’t enough, and his little niece soon finds herself back in his study, bent over his desk with her bottom bared for another lesson. Daman disciplines her with love, and as time passes, he realizes his feelings for her have changed drastically. White hot jealousy consumes him at the thought of another man taking her away, and now he’s reluctant to set up a marriage match for her even though she’s come of age. She’s his niece by marriage, not by blood, and he wonders if she could ever see him as more than her strict uncle. Dare he hope?
A visit from a young man seeking Shana’s hand in marriage puts fear in Shana’s heart. She doesn’t want to leave Uncle Daman. Not ever. She loves him, though she worries he will forever see her as a child and as his ward. She attempts to seduce him, but her plan blows up in her face and only gets her into trouble. Uncle Daman keeps growing stricter and stricter, but her love for him doesn’t falter. She’s determined to stay true to him, and she tries her best to obey him. But the temptation of visiting the nearby gypsy village for a night of wild dancing is hard to resist, and she sneaks off with her friends, certain that he’ll never find out and her bottom will be safe.
When Daman discovers Shana missing from her bed in the early morning, he assumes she’s been out all night with a man. He’s heartbroken, furious, and he can’t help but feel betrayed. Misunderstandings, secrets, and frustrations threaten to drive them apart, and Daman still has to punish Shana for her disobedience. Neither of them are ready to confess their true feelings, but will a little honesty be enough to repair their changing relationship?
Note: Daman’s Ward is a prequel to Shana’s Guardian.
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I'm pleased to report Daman's Ward is finished and in the publishers hands right now, so hopefully I'll have some good news about it soon. It came in slightly shorter than Shana's Guardian and I'm super excited about it.
In the following scene, Daman is about to announce Shana's punishment for sneaking past the barrier to spend the night dancing in the gypsy village with her friends. If you've read Shana's Guardian, then you already know what she has coming, since there's a brief reference to this instance in that book. (Hint: it involves a strap!)
His gaze burned into her, and she fidgeted underneath the covers, feeling as if he was stripping her naked with his eyes. Or at least peering into her soul to discover her secrets. Like the biggest secret of all – that she loved him. Hopelessly.
“You broke a lot of rules last night, young lady.” He scooted to the edge of his chair, leaning over her. “You were very naughty. I’ve decided on your punishment.”
Daman's Ward 'unofficial' blurb:
Shana has never given her guardian, Uncle Daman, a bit of trouble . . . that is until she turns eighteen and decides she’s an adult and can therefore do as she pleases. After getting caught drinking and transporting illegal alcohol, the council in Jackson Settlement lock Shana and her friends up. Uncle Daman comes to her rescue, but she soon discovers she hasn’t escaped punishment entirely. He gives her a spanking – her first spanking ever. He also insists that turning eighteen doesn’t change a thing. She’s still his ward, and she’ll remain subject to his discipline as long as she lives under his roof.
Daman is shocked by Shana’s sudden rebellious behavior, and he’s determined to curb it by whatever means necessary. One spanking isn’t enough, and his little niece soon finds herself back in his study, bent over his desk with her bottom bared for another lesson. Daman disciplines her with love, and as time passes, he realizes his feelings for her have changed drastically. White hot jealousy consumes him at the thought of another man taking her away, and now he’s reluctant to set up a marriage match for her even though she’s come of age. She’s his niece by marriage, not by blood, and he wonders if she could ever see him as more than her strict uncle. Dare he hope?
A visit from a young man seeking Shana’s hand in marriage puts fear in Shana’s heart. She doesn’t want to leave Uncle Daman. Not ever. She loves him, though she worries he will forever see her as a child and as his ward. She attempts to seduce him, but her plan blows up in her face and only gets her into trouble. Uncle Daman keeps growing stricter and stricter, but her love for him doesn’t falter. She’s determined to stay true to him, and she tries her best to obey him. But the temptation of visiting the nearby gypsy village for a night of wild dancing is hard to resist, and she sneaks off with her friends, certain that he’ll never find out and her bottom will be safe.
When Daman discovers Shana missing from her bed in the early morning, he assumes she’s been out all night with a man. He’s heartbroken, furious, and he can’t help but feel betrayed. Misunderstandings, secrets, and frustrations threaten to drive them apart, and Daman still has to punish Shana for her disobedience. Neither of them are ready to confess their true feelings, but will a little honesty be enough to repair their changing relationship?
Note: Daman’s Ward is a prequel to Shana’s Guardian.
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September 27, 2013
Saturday Spankings: A snippet from Daman's Ward
Thwack! Welcome to another exciting week of Saturday Spankings!
This week I'm sharing another excerpt from Daman's Ward, my work-in-progress that is the prequel to Shana's Guardian . The following snippet is a peek inside Daman's head after he realizes Shana's a grown woman now, and many settlement girls her age are already planning to marry soon.
Coldness clutched his heart. The thought of another man taking her away was enough to still his breath. He supposed it was only a matter of time before the first man came calling to ask for her hand. Daman’s jaw clenched and he couldn’t imagine a single man in Jackson Settlement he considered good enough for Shana. But he couldn’t keep her to himself. That wouldn’t be fair. The coldness clutching his heart spread through his body, penetrating down to his bones. When she’d come to live with him, he’d never imagined he’d become so attached to her.
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This week I'm sharing another excerpt from Daman's Ward, my work-in-progress that is the prequel to Shana's Guardian . The following snippet is a peek inside Daman's head after he realizes Shana's a grown woman now, and many settlement girls her age are already planning to marry soon.
Coldness clutched his heart. The thought of another man taking her away was enough to still his breath. He supposed it was only a matter of time before the first man came calling to ask for her hand. Daman’s jaw clenched and he couldn’t imagine a single man in Jackson Settlement he considered good enough for Shana. But he couldn’t keep her to himself. That wouldn’t be fair. The coldness clutching his heart spread through his body, penetrating down to his bones. When she’d come to live with him, he’d never imagined he’d become so attached to her.
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September 24, 2013
Betrothed to Mr. Darcy by Violet Bedford
I'm excited to have fellow Lazy Day author, Violet Bedford, stop by today to talk about her new release, Betrothed to Mr. Darcy. Take it away, Violet...
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Hello Sue and thank you for inviting me to visit your blog to talk about my new book
Betrothed to Mr. Darcy
, which is a Pride and Prejudice variation. Sorry folks, no sex. I think there might a kiss on the cheek and there is some fervent hand holding. For those familiar with Pride and Prejudice (and isn’t everyone?) Betrothed to Mr. Darcy takes place in the short period of time between when Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy get engaged and eventually make it to the altar. I couldn’t help but imagine what wedding preparations might be like with that cast of characters.
I hope you enjoy this excerpt, which is one of my favorite scenes.
“Hill! Hill! Where are you?” Mrs. Bennet’s shouts attracted the beleaguered housekeeper and three stray dogs. The household, in anticipation of the arrival of Miss Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam, as well as the ever present Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley, was in a heightened state of chaos. Although Mr. Bingley’s sisters, as well as the indolent Mr. Hurst, were included in the invitation, they had sent word earlier in the day that they would be unable to attend due to the untimely headaches which had assaulted both of the frail ladies. Rather than showing concern for the health of these women, Mrs. Bennet rejoiced in the knowledge that there would be one less single woman to interfere with her plan for the evening.
Once Mrs. Bennet verified all was in readiness for the dinner which she had planned, she returned to her own preparations which consisted of inspecting the appearance of her two unspoken-for daughters.
The Netherfield foursome, arriving in a carriage bearing the Darcy crest, were observed semi-surreptitiously by Mrs. Bennet and her two younger daughters from an upstairs window.
“Oh, my. Miss Darcy is a pretty girl, though not so handsome as any of my girls,” Mrs. Bennet said, pretending to herself and all others that Mary was not so painfully plain.
“Look at her dress,” Kitty said with much admiration. “I have never seen so much lace. Even Mrs. Hurst’s fanciest dress is not so elaborate.”
“I have found that often layers of outward elegance are used to disguise a less than elegant character,” Mary opined.
Mrs. Bennet and Kitty turned from the window to stare at Mary, and resumed their observations without responding, as was their usual practice where Mary’s platitudes were involved.
“That must be Colonel Fitzwilliam. Oh, Kitty! Look at him in his uniform! Who needs Brighton when officers come directly to our home?” Mrs. Bennet could hardly believe her good fortune. If all went well, she might have four daughters married quite soon.
“He is not nearly so handsome as Mr. Darcy,” Kitty lamented and turned away from the window.
“He is the son of an earl,” Mrs. Bennet said, the word ‘earl’ making her flush with excitement, “and that makes up for anything he might lack in handsomeness.”
“Mama, he is a younger son. He will never inherit his father’s title.” Kitty admired herself in a full-length mirror. “What is the point if he will never be an earl?”
“He is an officer. A colonel! And what’s more,” Mrs. Bennet pulled Kitty away from the looking glass to tuck a piece of her daughter’s errant hair back into place, “you don’t know but that his older brother might be in poor health or could meet with a horrible accident.”
“Mama,” Kitty said in amazement, “what a thing to say!”
“Oh, fiddlesticks! It’s not as though I said that I wished he would die. I simply mentioned the possibility. And if his older brother’s demise benefits one of my girls, then who am I to complain? You know I never complain anyway, as it is a dreadful characteristic, and I hope both of you will remember that, especially when in the company of young men. Young men like to be around girls who are full of spirit and good tidings. Why do you not think that Lydia became the first of you all to be married?”
“Frivolity of manner cannot take the place of esteemed accomplishment, which is the result of a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages,” Mary pronounced to no one in particular.
Kitty rolled her eyes while their mother pretended she had heard nothing. Mary, undaunted, continued, “In addition, she must improve her mind through extensive reading.”
Mrs. Bennet swatted her hands about her head as though warding off a bothersome insect and dragged Kitty back to the window for further observation of the arriving party.
The man in question, whether out of curiosity or due to the sound of voices above him, looked upward and quickly back at the ground, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He soon composed himself and joined the rest of his party as they made their entrance.
“Mama, he looked right at me!” Kitty was all excitement.
“Of course he did. You are beautiful. Now let me look at you before you go and meet him.” Mrs. Bennet tugged a bit here and pushed a bit there to magically create a bosom where little had been before.
Mary observed the process and said, “Illusions of beauty are quickly shattered. True beauty lies in the virtuous soul of a young lady.”
“Oh, shut up!” Kitty and Mrs. Bennet chorused.
Blurb: After a year of misunderstandings, misconceptions and missed opportunities, Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy have finally opened their hearts to each other and will soon be wed.
However, the path to the altar is no smoother than the path to engagement. When the loquacious Mrs. Bennet causes a scene in a London dressmaker’s shop it becomes clear to Lizzy Bennet that she will never be able to rein in her family’s improper and embarrassing behavior.
Although she has learned to live with the humiliation caused by her relatives, particularly her sister Lydia’s elopement with the scurrilous Mr. Wickham, Lizzy realizes the dire consequences of inflicting them upon Mr. Darcy and his vulnerable younger sister, Georgiana.
Mr. Darcy’s words from long ago reverberate in her brain: The situation of your mother's family, though objectionable, was nothing in comparison of that total want of propriety so frequently, so almost uniformly, betrayed by herself, by your three younger sisters, and occasionally even by your father.
Will Elizabeth’s sense of duty, combined with her profound love for Mr. Darcy, force her to call off the wedding in order to spare him, and his sister, the disgrace of a lifetime association with the Bennet family? Or will love find a way to prevail?
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Author Bio:
Violet Bedford is a writer who has finally taken her fascination with wondering “what if?” about the characters in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice and turned it into a book. She can be found online at www.violetbedford.blogspot.com
