Stevie MacFarlane's Blog, page 12

Kelly Dawson is here with her new release, Rachel's Journey

Stevie: Hi Kelly.  Thanks for stopping by today.  Can you tell us a little about your new release?

Kelly:
Thanks for having me, Stevie.   Rachel’s Journey is very close to my heart. Like Rachel, I too, have Tourette’s Syndrome. I have tried to portray what it is like to live with this neurological disorder, and while Tourette’s affects everyone differently so each person’s experience is unique, it is my personal experience, how Tourette’s affects me, that is told in Rachel’s Journey. In some ways, Rachel’s Journey is my biography, only fictionalized. Rachel’s circumstances are nothing like my own, but in all the ways that matter, Rachel is me.

Stevie: Sounds like you were inspired to write this book, Kelly. Let share the details.

Blurb: 
Rachel was such a loser. Growing up with Tourette's Syndrome has taught her that. Who could possibly want someone who contorted their face in bizarre twitches or snorted at random? Not even Mike, the man who had promised he loved her, had been able to put up with it. She broke up with him when she caught him cheating on her during their great overseas experience, promptly flying back home to hide and lick her wounds.
James was the manager for the 850 acre farm she and her brother Simon had inherited.  She liked James. He'd always treated her nicely, like an honorary little sister, and she'd had a crush on him forever. Not that she could ever tell him. She wasn't going to set herself up for rejection ever again.
But when it seems that someone is out to harm her, can she count on James to come to her rescue?
Set in rural New Zealand, this epic romance will thrill you and keep you captivated, enchant you with charming detail and inspire you, as learning to overcome adversity ultimately is Rachel's Journey .

Excerpt:
Then he rolled over and kissed her. She kissed him back, raw passion lending urgency to the way their lips melded together, and when she opened her mouth slightly he pressed his tongue gently inside, exploring her mouth. Her hand cupped the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his curls, pressing him ever closer to her, deepening the kiss. His hand trailed down her front, inside the buttons of her shirt, while the other hand clasped the base of her neck, where her shoulders met her spine. The kiss was hot, crushing, undeniable passion fulfilling the primal need within them.  Electricity coursed through Rachel’s body and she was aware of only one thing: desire. She wanted him, no needed him.
    With their lips still melded together, James’ searching fingers unbuttoned her shirt and he pushed it down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts scantily clad in a white lace bra that really wasn’t suited for physical work. Breaking apart, James took her hand and led her stumbling inside, where he kicked the door shut behind them.
    “Take me to bed,” Rachel whispered huskily, hissing as his hand brushed over her still-throbbing bottom. With a grin, James lowered his mouth to hers again, backing her up the hallway towards his bedroom, guiding her with gentle hands on her shoulders as he flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, devouring her.

Stevie: Wow, sounds like this book has it all, adversity, passion, romance and of course, a little spanking.  I'm sure it's going to be a success and I can't wait to read it!  Where can we find you, Kelly?

Kelly: I can be found all over the web. Check me out here:
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Stevie: Great, I'll just post your Bio for those readers who want to know a little more about you and the buy links.  Thanks so much for sharing your new release with us and stop by anytime.

Author Bio:  Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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The Knight's Seduction by Renee Rose

Today I'm featuring a Renee Rose novel from The Conquered Brides Collection.
The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors.When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?





The Knight’s Seduction by Renee Rose
Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight's seduction?

Excerpt:
Sir Barrett unwound the ribbon binding her wrists, then loosened the tie that held her bodice. She caught the edges of it before it fell open and backed away.
He allowed her retreat, stripping off his tunic and then undershirt.
“Sir Barrett...my lord husband?”
He smiled indulgently at her. “Yes, love?”
“I-I cannot lay with you.”
His brows drew together. “You can and you must, else the marriage will not be complete.”
Her mind searched about for something to say. “I mean, I cannot tonight,” she ad libbed.
“Why not?”
“Uh, well, you see...I have my monthly courses. So you’ll have to wait.”
“I will punish you for that lie,” he said without any trace of anger. He stepped toward her. “I think you must want to be spanked again. Did you enjoy it, little one?”
Again the strange slithering sensation in her belly. She backed up until she hit the wall. “No! Of course I didn’t. Why do you think it’s a lie?” she asked, desperately continuing the pretense, though it would be easy enough for him to disprove.
“I have already had your bottom bare once today. Have you forgotten? I suppose I did not make enough of an impression.” He sauntered closer. “What is it, Daisy?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Are you afraid I’m too big? That I will hurt you?”
She seized on his suggested reason. “Yes, sir,” she said, nodding vigorously. “You are far too large.” She blushed furiously when she realized he may have meant his manhood, not his entire stature.
He smiled, reaching her and wrapping his warm palms around her waist. “I promise I will make it as pleasant as possible, my sweet wife. There may be a little pain, but only the first time. And I assure you it ends with a great deal of pleasure.”
She shook her head, blinking back tears. “Please...I don’t want to. Please don’t make me.”
He frowned, looking genuinely concerned. Cupping her chin, he lifted it. “You are truly terrified, aren’t you?”
The tears began to spill. She dropped her eyes and nodded.
“Of me or of the marriage act?”
“Not of you,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
With great effort, she lifted her gaze.
“Did something happen to you to make you so afraid?”

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink. She can be found on:
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Hanging Onto #1

Amelia, Book One in The Marriage Market Series is still hanging onto the #1 slot on Amazon in Victorian Erotica. 

With 23 reviews, 19 of them 5 star, I'm thrilled. 

May has been a horrendous month for me, and I won't be a bit sorry to welcome June.  My health issues have put a cramp in my style, for sure, but I'm still hoping to have Book Two, Grace, out sometime in June.

Not only have I had Shingles for the entire month of May, but because of them I've developed some other health issues.  I now get to add Nitro to my allergy bracelet as it damned near killed me the night before last.  I mean really, enough is enough.  Thankfully my characters are patient.  Grace and Effie are waiting for me to write the last two chapters and the brides are honing up on their social graces, hoping to catch grooms of their own.  I'm looking forward to finishing Grace's story and moving onto Effie's and some of the other girls.

I'd like to give a special Thank You to the staff at Blushing Books for all their support.  The Blushing family, including the other authors have been wonderful!

Stevie

Striker by Patricia Green

They've got to find a cruel serial killer, but their attraction might be deadlier.

Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories. 
In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey.

Let's check out her newest release.

Striker
Jase Striker, police detective and gritty noire aficionado, doesn't want a partner on the job. When saddled with a sexy new colleague—a rookie in the Homicide division—he's at first irritable. Over time that irritation slowly morphs into a blistering passion, taking their partnership to a new, erotic level that includes a bare-bottomed spanking when needed. But he fears what mixing work with pleasure will do to his crime fighting abilities.
Rookie homicide detective, Angelica Piccolino, is tired of being treated like a kid though her diminutive size and grunge look add to that impression. But she's 26, and no stranger to the street or the bedroom. A real woman can take a spanking now and then...as long as it's from a man she respects.
Forced to work together as a team, Striker and Piccolino investigate a heartbreaking case involving three young women, murdered and left like human garbage, except for a single white rose.  The detectives need to discover the identity of the white rose murderer fast--before another victim turns up

Excerpt:
Donati and I both sat. “What’s this about, Striker? Problems with the case already?”
“Not exactly, sir. More like with the partner you’ve given me. I’ve been operating pretty well since Smitty retired. I don’t need a wet-behind-the-ears rookie to babysit.”
He leaned back in his chair and looked at me, his eyes inscrutable. Perhaps five seconds passed. I began to think I was supposed to say something else, but finally, he spoke. “Piccolino is qualified, Striker, or I never would have assigned her to you. She was one of the best detectives on the Vice Squad, an undercover operative who pulled in the bad guys like nobody’s business. But she became a known quantity on the street. Crooks had a habit of getting put away when she was around, and it seemed wiser to give her a different assignment where she could be herself.”
“She looks like a teenager, sir. She even dresses like a teenager. Since when does a pink hoodie and a miniskirt qualify as professional clothes? How does that reflect on the department?”
“Yeah, I already talked to her about that. She’ll be more business-like in the future.”
I had my doubts, but kept them to myself. “How old is she? Twenty? How’d she get promoted so fast? Was she that hot with Vice?”
“She’s twenty-six, but you could have asked her yourself. Piccolino just looks like a teenager. It’s gotten her pretty far, but she’s done her time on the team. I think you’ll find her knowledgeable. The only thing is…”
Oh, great. There was a but in there. “Yeah?”
“She’s a little bit of a hotshot. Takes chances when maybe she shouldn’t. When she was out on the streets with punks on her case, she had to be sharp and steady working on her own. It got her used to risky police work.”
Honest to God, I tried not to grit my teeth. My dentist would have caught me, but Donati didn’t. “So, I’m supposed to keep her in line, while training her for the Homicide Division, and solving crimes. Piece of cake,” I said, scowling.
“Damn it, Striker. Stop whining and get to work. You have a partner. She’s talented. You have experience and will be perfect for showing her the ropes. Now, get outta here.”
Maybe I was whining. The thing is, I enjoyed working on my own. When my partner retired, it was like I’d been freed from lock down. I could handle the cases the way I wanted to, following a logical progression, rather than following hunches and guesses. Sure, sometimes a hunch can lead you to an answer, but just as often they waste your time. Maybe Piccolino was meticulous, too. I wouldn’t know if I didn’t give her a chance.
“Okay,” I said as I rose and turned toward the door.
“Oh, and Striker—”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t fuck it up.”
What could I say to that? I twisted the doorknob and made my silent exit.

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Amelia, The Marriage Market, Book One

This week, Amelia is sitting at #1 on Amazon in Erotic Victorian and #2 in Historical.

I'm so grateful for the wonderful reviews and all the support I've received, not only from readers, but from my publisher, Blushing Books and other authors as well.

The story takes place in the Pacific Northwest during the late 1800's.  While it's on the sweet side in the erotic romance genre, there's still plenty of spice.

 Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure.  Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing.  On a whim the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers.

Hugh Jordon needs a wife.  The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he’ll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man!

 Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once.

Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee!

Excerpt:
    “Tell me; what do you know about the things that take place between a man and a woman?” he asked gently.  Striding to her, he softly cupped her cheek with his palm.
    “I…”
    “Come, Amelia, you must have heard something, some juicy tidbits of information overheard when young girls are not supposed to be listening.”
    “I haven’t heard much, really,” she stammered, looking away.  “Only that it’s painful and I should lay there and think of other things as I wait for it to be over.”
    Hugh smiled and pulled her close, holding her head to his chest.  Good lord, she was priceless.
    “Why don’t you describe to me what you expect to happen?” he suggested.
    “Well,” she whispered, “I don’t know for sure but I’ve imagined it would start with a kiss or two.”
    “Yes, it usually does, go on.”
    “Then you would tell me to take off my clothes and lay on the bed.”
    “If does help if we dispense with clothing,” he agreed, nearly biting his lip.  “However, I would definitely want to undress you myself.  That’s actually one of my favorite parts.  What then?”
    “I’m not sure, you understand, but I think the man would…”
    “By ‘the man’ I assume you mean me?”
    “What, oh yes, I guess so.”
    “Good.  Go on.”
    “Well, I imagine you would want me to spread my legs and then you would…you would…”
    “I would what?” he asked, genuinely curious as to how she would describe it.
    “Oh God, you would mount me,” she croaked out, burying her face in his chest.
    “Mount you?   You mean like a fish on the wall?” he asked, chuckling.
    Amelia reared her head and glared at him.
    “Or maybe like the giant head of a stag,” he offered.
    “You know that’s not what I mean,” she snapped, giving him a crisp slap on the chest.  “I guess it would be more like mounting a horse or something you were planning to ride.  Oh dear, I don’t think I can go through with this.  Perhaps I shall never marry.”
    “I’m pretty sure you will, darling.” Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to a large upholstered chair and sat, keeping her on his lap. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have several things quite wrong,” he said sadly, shaking his head.
    “I do?” she asked hopefully.


Do you want to know what happens?  I was hoping you would.  Here are the buy links. 


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Thanks for stopping by.
Stevie


Amelia, The Marriage Market, Book One

Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure.  Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing.  On a whim the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers.

Hugh Jordon needs a wife.  The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he’ll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man!

Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once.
Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee!


Snippet:
    When Amelia finally disembarked from the Mystic Maiden she was dressed head to toe in black and it infuriated him. His beautiful bride appeared to be in mourning and he wondered if one of the women in her entourage planned on shooting him. They moved down the gangway in mass as he watched from the ship's rail.
      Hugh had just started down the gangway when his brother Samuel met him.
      “Welcome home,” Sam said, slinging an arm around his back. “Where’s your new bride? Mother and father are anxious to meet her and have planned a welcome home dinner.”
      “See that little speck of black in the middle of those women?” Hugh asked pointing to the group waiting on the wharf.
      Sam followed his direction and nodded.
      “That’s her.”
      “Well, go and fetch her. Why isn’t she by your side?” he asked realizing something was very wrong.
      “It’s a long story, and at this point a very ugly one,” Hugh replied.
      “She’s in mourning?”
      “Apparently.”
      “Who died?”
      “No one yet, but it’s still early,” Hugh drawled looking at the sky.
      “I take it you’re not exactly in a state of marital bliss?”
      “Far from it, in fact I don’t see how things can get any worse.”  Watching a huge crowd of men gather around the women Hugh clenched his fists. He wanted to go down there, push his way through the crowd and toss Amelia over his shoulder.  There were too many hungry eyes for his liking.  She should be home, with him, getting her naughty ass paddled good.  How dare she believe him capable of such trickery, such underhanded, conniving deceit?

Amelia, The Marriage Market, Book One, is available this weekend at the sale price of $2.99 on Amazon only.  On Monday it will return to the regular price of $4.99 and will be available on Blushing Books, Barnes & Noble, etc.

Thanks for stopping by and checking out my new release.  I know I haven't been around much, but a case of Shingles has laid me low :(

Stevie

MacDermot’s Bride, Fall River Ranch Book 2 by Keriann McKenna and Stevie MacFarlane

As Mac falls deeper in love with Annie, his past haunts him.  He failed to keep the woman he loved safe before and he vowed he’d never fail again. 
Annie’s fierce independent streak doesn't make it easy for him.  She's created a life for herself, certain she can make it on her own.
Filled with passion, suspense, and humor, their love story unfolds with twists and turns neither of them saw coming. Mac needs Annie, but will it be too late by the time she realizes she needs him too?



Excerpt:
Annie sat with her feet up on the couch as Mac began to pace back and forth, raking his hands through his hair.  It was all he could do not to shake the daylights out of her.

“You could have been killed,” he yelled as Annie scooted into a corner of the couch and grabbed a pillow.  “What the hell did you think you were going to do, rush out there and save me?  You don’t have one ounce of trust in me do you?”

“No, I mean yes, I do.  Mac, I looked out the window and saw there were three of them against you and I had to do something.”

“You were supposed to call the Police and get under the bed.  What part of that did you not understand?”

“Nothing, I understood you, but hiding under the bed, geez Mac, that’s the first place a killer looks for a person.”

“I wasn’t telling you to hide.  For God’s sake, Annie; they were smashing your windows and if they’d hit either of the windows over your bed, you could have been seriously hurt.  I don’t know why you don’t listen to what I tell you to do.  How many times have I told you when I give you an order, you had damn well better obey me?”  Mac was visibly shaking now he was so furious with her.

“I’m sorry, Mac, really I am; I was just trying to help.”  Annie started to sniffle.  “I was so afraid they would hurt you.”

“I didn’t need any damn help and even if I did, you were supposed to be under the bed where you would be safe.  Get your clothes; we’re not staying here.”  

Annie got up and started to hobble toward the bedroom.


“Never mind; sit down.  I’ll get them myself,” he ordered.  Mac went into the bedroom and threw a bunch of her clothing into her suitcase.  He was so mad; he wasn’t even sure what the hell he packed.  “Here, put some clothes on,” he demanded as he tossed a skirt and a top at her from across the room.

“I need some underwear,” Annie said, her voice cracking as she made her request.

“Wear what I gave you!”  

She obeyed and dressed quickly, knowing there was no point in arguing with him.

Mac carried their bags to his car and returned to get Annie.  When he reached the door, she had put on a pair of flip flops and was walking toward him.

“I told you to sit down and I don’t remember telling you to get up.”

“I’m okay, really I am.  My feet don’t even hurt.”

Well, good,” he said as he threw her over his shoulder and walked to the car.  “I wouldn’t want to correct you if you were already hurting from the cuts.”

Oh shit, she was in big trouble now and she knew it.  “Well,” she pleaded, “there is a little bit of pain when I walk.”

“Bullshit!”  He set her down and leaned her over the hood of his car.  Lifting up her skirt, he landed five well placed smacks on her little bottom.

“No, please don’t,” she cried out.

“Save your pleading for later; not that it will do you any good.”  He ignored her sobs as he laid down five more hard slaps.  “Consider that a little something for the road,” he said as he put her in the front seat none too gently.  “And know that I’m not finished.  I could have been picking your dead body up off the ground tonight and you would have been gone from my life forever.”  He went back to lock the front door and wondered why he even bothered.


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Where to find Keriann:

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Website:  keriannmckenna.com

Blog:  http://keriannmckenna.weebly.com/

Twitter: @keriannmckenna

Remembering Mom

I have to post today, as I'm feeling at least okay and have no idea what tomorrow will bring.

Mother's Day is just one of the days of the year I think about my Mom.  Actually I think about her every day.  I miss her every day.  I talk to her every day and what's more, she talks to me.

Not in a creepy, weird, I talk to dead people sense, but in the sense that I know her so well and can anticipate what she would say if she were still here.  I hear her voice frequently offering advice, encouragement, and warnings.  Every time I open a jar of Ragu Thick and Hearty sauce I hear her.

"Look at all the sauce in the bottom of that jar.  You could put a little cold water in there and rinse it out."

"Ma, if I wanted thin sauce, I would but the cheap stuff."

"I know, but it's just so wasteful."

I don't believe I've opened a jar of Ragu and not rinsed it out since she passed away from breast cancer on 07/03/1998.  In fact I often say out loud, "See Ma, I'm rinsing."

When ever I drip food onto my shirt,  (which is often and comes with the territory when you're big breasted)  I hear the word 'slobber-honis'.  I have no idea where it came from, or the origin, but she always said it when she slopped something down the front of her. 

Tomorrow, Bill and I and the girls will take flowers to her grave, red for Mom and pink for Grandma.   It's a small thing, and I know she's not there, but just in case she's watching I want her to know I am following through on the things she taught me and that she's never far from our hearts and minds.

I hope all of you have a wonderful Mother's Day and those of you who are like me and your Mom is no longer with you, I hope your day is filled with cherished memories.

Today's Spotlight is on Abbie Adams

Today's book, Buying Brianny is by Abbie Adams.  It's part of the Masters of the Castle Series.


The Blurb:
He was a man for God's sake. A man living in the twentieth century where treating a woman delicately had been bred into him. You never hit a girl, his mother had taught him that from a tender age.

Women's rights were touted hither and yon. Spanking was for disobedience in children. No, children weren't spanked anymore either.

Kian had been spanked many times as a child. His single mother might have seemed like a country
mouse, but she'd walloped him good on more than one occasion. And he'd deserved everything she dished out. He knew it—and he knew she loved him and wanted the best for him too.

That hadn't worked with an ex of his though. She hadn't thought of it as loving when he'd busted her ass for drinking and driving. No, she'd ended the relationship in a hurry. Of course he'd never repeated the mistake with another women. Not even his Brianny, who as it turns out, has craved discipline among
other things.

Brianny has a bucket list, not the kind you want to do before you die—the kind you do before you get married. Okay, maybe not that either, but her sister says unless Brianny explores her inner submissive, she'll never be content with her future husband.

But what if said future husband turns her away because he doesn't like her submissive side? It had taken

Brianny a pint of Hot Damn and her kinky sister to even put voice to her secret desires.
Some people go to strange and amazing lengths to prove their love. All Brianny wants as proof is for Kian to buy her at The Castle's New Year's Eve charity auction, then tie her up and take away her control.
Consentual, non-consent, that’s what her sister had called it. Was that too much to ask?
Will Kian pay the asking price? Money might not buy love, but at The Castle it can buy a submissive for the week.

The Excerpt:

"Sir, I'm a little concerned by your treatment of this girl. It's alarming when a submissive is terrified enough to run crying from a scene—and left to run through the castle without protection. What gives?" The darker Sylvester Stallone look-alike challenged him.

Kian turned back to the men. "Did she call the castle safeword?" He turned back to Bri to ask, "Do you want me to leave? If you don't want to be near me, I'll leave. In fact, that might be safer for you because, I'm going to end up blistering your ass before the night is through."

"I'm going to have to ask you to step into the hall, sir." Stallone stepped between Kian and Bri.

"She didn't safeword. Ask her if she wants me to leave." Kian crossed his arms over his chest.

Jackson had warned Kian of the chance of this happening.

"We might do just that, but you are going to wait elsewhere." The blond quarterback hedged him to the door.

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VANILLA WITH A TWIST

My husband is pretty much a straight arrow.  He's always been a hard-working man, taking care of his family his top priority.  We had some amazing sex and perfected the quickie.  It was sort of necessary when you have five kids in eleven years. 
We always had a full house.  There were firemen hanging around, stopping for coffee and to talk about the latest calls etc.  The coffee pot was always on and the door should have been revolving. 

In those days we traveled with what I referred to as an entourage.  If we mentioned we were going out, suddenly there were twenty other people who were going with us.  Not that we didn't have a good time, we did, always, but it would have been nice to be alone once in a while.

One night when most of the kids were teenagers, we went out with another couple who were not close friends.  We had a nice dinner, a few drinks and then he asked me if I wanted to dance.  Once of the floor dancing to a sexy slow song he held me close and started whispering in my ear.  My first thought was, who are you and what have you done with my husband!  I swear, out of nowhere he tapped into my fantasies like a psychic, describing in detail everything he'd ever wanted to do to me in his deep, husky voice.  Damn, it was almost as though I'd written them down and handed them to him with the menu.  It was the first time I realized my vanilla husband had a twisted little imagination of his own. 
Seriously, he wanted to spank me, just because he felt like it!  He said he didn't really need a reason. The next song was slow too, but we never made it to the end.  I was so stunned and turned on, he almost carried from the dance floor.  We said a hasty goodnight, not even sitting back down at the table and I'm sure our friends thought I was sick, and I was, with lust, lol.  Bill made our excuses, I could say anything intelligent by this point and we were out the door in minutes.

That turned into one of the hottest nights of our very long marriage.  I have no idea what brought it on, but Oh, What a Night!

If any of you have a special night and want to share it, feel free.  I'd love to hear your story.