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On Loving A Woman, a new release by Keriann McKenna

Professor Ian MacDermot is pleased when a beautiful young woman is turned over to him for individual instruction by the Dean of a private school for girls. His task, to teach her to be a dutiful wife.

The fiercely independent-thinking Sarah MacDonald is having none of it. She vowed never to marry and become a 'sex slave' to any man, but Ian MacDermot is not just any man. Confined to his quarters over the carriage house, Sarah is haunted by a dark experience from her past and confused by her feelings for Ian.

When Ian reads the instructions written by the Dean of the school, detailing exactly what he is expected to do to train her, he and Sarah develop a passion for one another and embark on an impossible mission to bring the Dean to justice. They know they may not succeed but time will tell...and timing is everything.
Set in Scotland in 1912, On Loving A Woman is filled with romance and suspense that will keep you turning the pages.

Excerpt
Sarah, this could all be so simple.  All ye have to do is read the material I gave ye and answer the questions correctly.  You’ll pass the class and graduate with your class in June.  I know how ye feel about marriage but this is information ye need to know.  And I might add we are the only school that teaches this class and ye will no find this information presented in such an acceptable and courteous manner.  Many young women learn these facts from men on the streets—quite unsavory characters at best.  If ye are lucky enough to marry a man without having learned of your duties, he will likely turn ye over to woman who will teach you.  I’m hesitant to speak of the degradation that comes with that sort of instruction.”
“And do you believe, Professor, there is no degradation here? If so, you are highly mistaken.” 
“Lassie, I am no aware of any degradation taking place here,” he replied.  “I have been polite and courteous and I understand the sensitive nature of these questions.  I might add, Sarah, these are no my questions.  This course was designed by the Dean.  Do ye think this is easy for me?”
“With all due respect, you are blind.  I’ll repeat again, I do not need to know about wifely duties,” Sarah ground out.
Nearing the end of his patience, Professor MacDermot removed a test paper from her file.  “Earlier ye stated that ye knew the answers I expect ye to give.  Let’s try this test orally and we will see.  If it will help ye, I will turn my back.”
“That won’t be necessary,” she snapped.
“Shall we begin?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Sure, why not?  If I answer correctly, may I leave?”
“Of course,” he replied and began to read the questions.  “How often shall a wife submit to her husband’s request for intercourse?”
“Whenever he wishes her to submit,” Sarah answered without hesitancy.  “However, if she is ill or menstruating, she may ask to be excused.”
“Very good,” he continued.  “How shall a wife relieve her husband if he is aroused but not interested in intercourse?”
Sarah squirmed in her chair.  “She shall relieve him as he wishes.  She may use her hands, her mouth, or allow him to release between her breasts.”
“Excellent!”  He was pleased to see that she did, in fact, know the material.  “Now, Sarah, how shall a wife relieve her husband using her hands?”
“She shall ask her husband how he wants her to stroke his member.  She shall wrap her hands around his member and stroke him up and down as he dictates until he releases.”  Peeking up through her long dark lashes, she studied his face.  He seemed very pleased and she wondered how he would ask her to stroke him.
“Ye know all the answers; there was really no reason for ye to fail this test,” he smiled.  “Now, in more detail, explain how a wife shall relieve her husband using her mouth?”  God, he thought, they should not have a class asking young women to explain such things.  If he was honest with himself, he found it unnecessary.
Gross, she thought as she shivered.  She didn’t want him to be too pleased as that might be the end of private instruction, which in spite of rumors, appeared to be going better than she feared. 
“Well,” she paused, “she shall ask her husband if he would prefer to recline on the bed or perhaps the sofa.  She shall kneel beside him, between his legs, or kneel before him if he has chosen a sitting position. She shall take note as to the state of his member and if he is flaccid, she shall use her hands first until he is erect.  Then, when he is fully erect and relaxed, when he is not looking, she shall put a handful of sharp upholstery tacks into her mouth and…”

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The MacDermots of Scotland – A Mysterious Highland Honeymoon

Mac isn't surprised at Annie's reaction when he tells her he doesn't want to consummate
their marriage yet.  He expected it, but he has plans to wait until they arrive at the MacDermot Castle. His cousins, Kade and Aidan, have the honeymoon suite ready for them.
But, plans often go awry. The MacDermot keep has been haunted for years and when Annie
goes missing Mac fears he may never see her alive again.
Annie's screams for Mac's help go unanswered.  She has no other choice than to follow the
strange man's voice as he leads her down a dark secret passageway.  He claims to need her help to keep a promise he made years ago. Will Annie survive to deliver the message this
seemingly kind voice wants his descendants to hear?

Excerpt:
Annie finished washing her hair and stepped out of the shower.  She decided to forego the blow dryer and most of her makeup as they were planning to lounge around the bed and breakfast today.  Wrapped in her towel, she stood and took in the room.   It was so wonderful to be here; she walked about, her hands tracing the stone walls as though she wanted to absorb everything and take it home with her.  Dropping her towel to the floor, she pressed her back against the cool wall. 

Soak in this place, the school, and the carriage house; it will be a long time before ye are here again.  Take in everythin’. Find and remember my words.

It wasn’t quite an audible voice but as clear in her mind as though it had been and a chill came over her.  She walked to the fire long grown cold.  What was going on?  Why would she have such a thought—one that didn’t make sense.  What school and carriage house?  Stepping up on the hearth, she studied the pictures of Mac’s ancestors, brave warriors all.  One in particular drew her in, a picture of a handsome man in a kilt, his lovely bride standing beside him.  She was beautiful and the MacDermot beside her could have been Mac’s twin.  Slowly turning the frame over she read the names on the back—Ian and Sarah MacDermot.

Find and remember my words. Ye must do this or I’ll no be set free.

While spoken in a near whisper, this time the voice was clear as day.  She heard him and she had to tell Mac his beloved keep was haunted.  He probably wouldn’t believe her but she knew what she heard.
“What words do I need to find?  How will I remember them?” Annie asked aloud in wonder, never expecting an answer.

I will lead ye.  I will no harm ye.  Ye must no be afraid.

A long shiver went down her spine; this was getting scary.  Running quickly around the foot of the bed, she was planning to get her jeans and sweater from the wardrobe and get to the kitchen.  She didn’t know Mac wasn’t wearing his boots until they tipped over directly in front of her.  She tripped over them and went sailing toward the wall.  As in an out of body experience, suddenly she could see herself in slow motion, raising her hands to cushion the blow to her face she saw coming before it happened.  She was moving, the wall was turning and she was turning with it. As her naked body slid down the jagged rock, the last thing she remembered was the sunlight fading into total darkness.

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Coming Soon, His Little Margie

Just thought I'd pop up a post and announce that I have a new book coming out in December with Blushing Books.  As of right now the release date is 12/23.  I don't have a cover yet but I'll share it as soon as I do.

His Little Margie is my first book with a male muse, and I don't mind telling you he was a little bossy.  This was a totally new experience for me.  In fact I didn't even know it was possible.  I've always had the same voice in my head sort of guiding me.  Now and then certain characters would stick in their two cents, but mostly I got to chose who I wanted to listen to.
With this story I sort of felt like I was just along for the ride and found myself writing things I never imagined I would.  I even argued with 'him' at times, but to no avail.  "Put it in, just the way I want it," he'd say, LOUDLY.  Geeze, all right, already.

Lord, I hope no mental health professionals read this post! 

I did get to keep the love story, although at times I think that wasn't his focus.
This is also the first book without a 'supporting cast' of characters.  Strange for me who always has so many side stories going on, but again, did I mention he was pushy?  'He' was very single-minded!  I really think he would have liked a short story with just the sex...they met, he wanted her, he took her, the end!

Fortunately, he had to go through me, so hopefully there is enough romance to keep everyone happy.  So here's an excerpt.  I hope you like it and I hope Mr. Bossy takes a long vacation to Siberia to cool off. 

His Little Margie

"Mr. Mitchell, I find your question quite offensive," she said crisply as she wiggled uncomfortably on her chair.
"In what way? Aren't we having a discussion about the benefits and drawbacks of that type of lifestyle? I was just wondering if you fully appreciate the disadvantages to women while living the way of life you so admire. Men definitely had the upper hand, so to speak."
"I guess I haven't thought that much about it?" she whispered, dropping her head.
"You're a liar, Miss Whitcomb," he insisted kindly.
"Pardon me?"
"I said you're lying."
"How dare you!" she gasped, rising to her feet. "You don't even know me."
"Sit down, Miss Whitcomb," he ordered, grinning when she automatically obeyed. "On the contrary, I know a great deal about you. Any man with half a brain and an eye for detail could have figured you out if they took the time. You live in a virtual time capsule. You dress modestly, almost matronly if you will, but underneath that sedate dress you wear lace trimmed slips, stockings and garters. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you had on a corset."
"Stop, please," she cried, her face crimson.
"Your manners are usually impeccable, or so I thought until tonight when I realized there is quite a bit of spunk under that ladylike exterior. You don't date, at least not as far as I'm aware, because you think there's no one out there who would understand your needs, and they are complicated. At least they would be for the average man."
"Mr. Mitchell, please leave," she said coldly.
"Not quite yet, Miss Whitcomb. As I was saying, I feel I know you quite well. I would bet money if I were to go upstairs to you room, I would find dusting powder on your vanity, baby doll pajamas in your drawer and most likely an old fashioned red hot water bottle, complete with attachments, hanging on the back of your bathroom door.
"Oh my God, get out of here," she yelled, slapping her hand on the table.
"No."
"Why not," she demanded. "You've made your point. I'm a freak, a relic as far as you're concerned."
"Miss Whitcomb, I find you enchanting," he said smiling warmly.
"Excuse me?"
"It's true. You are ultra-feminine, unique, and a delight. I'm thrilled I've stumbled over a treasure most men have overlooked and, frankly, I'm disappointed in myself for delaying so long when I sensed your submissive tendencies. What a lot of time I've wasted."
"I am not submissive," she snapped angrily.
"Maybe not in the purest sense of the word, but you recognize you need a strong man and that's enough. You need a man to love and guide you through life's rough spots. A man who will make sure you are taken care of and deal with you when you fail to pay attention to important details. It's not enough you have a house from the fifties, you need an old-fashioned man and I, Miss Whitcomb, am that man."
"I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Mr. Mitchell," she said, clasping her hands and judging the distance to the back hall, "but I fear you've lost your mind."

Anyway, I'll keep you posted if anything changes with the release date. 

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday.  We had 18 for dinner and then some of the Grandchildren stayed over, so it's been pretty hectic. 
I'm off my Motrin again until some tests on Tuesday.  Needless to say I feel as though I've been hit by a truck.  Other than that, all is good.

Hugs,
Stevie

Rachel De Vine is My Guest Author Today

Hi Stevie,
Thank you very much for inviting me over to your blog to tell you a little about my new book, That Day At The Lake , which is now available on Amazon (Links at the end).  Here is the cover for the book, which I love.

Adriana has adored Luca since his father rescued her from an abusive man in Naples, Italy, when she was just eight years old.  Her one wish when she was growing up was that Luca would fall in love with her and that they would marry.  However, life is never as simple as that.  Luca’s father is a Mafia member, and is killed by a gang member, and the two children are torn apart, seemingly forever.
Some years later they meet again, and Luca is now a successful businessman, but he is also involved in minor criminal activities and has become involved in a BDSM lifestyle as a Dom, and, although he is attracted to Adriana, he is reluctant to involve the shy, sexually inexperienced girl in his world.
Adriana takes matters into her own hands, and visits a BDSM club to try to persuade Luca to see her in a different light.  He capitulates, and some hot, sexy activity takes place between them.  However, just as their relationship is beginning, Luca’s criminal past catches up with him, and he finds himself in trouble with the law, due to a jealous gangster turning on him.  He goes back to Italy to solve his problems, followed by Adriana.  But there they face great danger, with the possibility of not only going to jail, but of losing their lives.  Adriana and Luca have survived their early life traumas, but was this threat one that will prove fatal to them both?  Will fate for once be kind to them and allow them to be reunited once more? 
 
When she was just 14, and Luca was 16, he had told her “One day, Adriana, you are going to be such a beautiful woman and men will fight over you.  I hope that I will still know you then.”  Adriana fought like a lioness to ensure that he would still know her then and, she hoped he would love her as much as she had always loved him.
 
Here is a little excerpt from after they became lovers:
 
She nodded and maneuvered herself so that she was leaning across my lap, with her bottom high.  Thankfully she was wearing a short, summer dress and not the tight jeans that she often wears, which are great for clinging to her fabulous backside, but can be the devil to pull down in this position.  I pulled the dress up onto her back and took a moment to stare at her beautiful, rounded bottom.  I ran my hand across her panties, squeezing her cheeks.
“Adriana, I’m pleased to see that you are wearing a pair of your sexy panties today.  I will just take a moment to admire the scene before I proceed with your spanking.”
 
This is a tale of passion and crime, love and despair, which could either bring them both great happiness, or end up in the death of them both.  Join Adriana and Luca on their roller-coaster of a ride, which is now published and available at the Buy Links below.  In the meantime, for more details of all my books, why not go to my website at http://racheldevineuk.wix.com/rachel-de-vine
 
Thank you so much, Stevie, for inviting me to your blog.
                                
                                Rachel de Vine
 
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Myka and The Millionaire

Today I'm hosting author, Alexis Alvarez.

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it will publish with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13th.

I'm so happy to have you here you today, Alexis.  Please tell us something about your new book.

Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?

Can we have an sneak peek?

Excerpt from Myka and the Millionaire

A few weeks later, on Thursday night, Myka was busy on a conference call with a client team, discussing program requirements, rubbing her bare toes into the plush carpet, and letting her shower-wet hair drip down the back of her robe. Gabriel strode in with a large glass of lemon ice water, his chest bare, in worn blue jeans. He kissed her lips, knocking off her headset. Myka giggled and shooed him away, returning to her call.
Gabriel stood smiling at her for a moment, then got down and knelt under the table, right in front of her chair. As she looked down at him, he mouthed, “open your legs,” to her, and slid her thighs apart.
Myka squeaked and coughed to mask it. She put the call on mute. “Gabriel, no! I have three clients on conference. You can’t do that.”
“You owe me this,” he teased her. “Go back to your call. You’ll hardly notice me down here.”
Myka pushed the button, absolutely sure that wasn’t going to be true. “No, I’m still here, Steve.” She sucked in her breath, because Gabriel leaned in and buried his head between her thighs, and licked at the thin fabric of her silk panties with his warm tongue. She made a small moaning noise and coughed again.
“Stop,” she whispered to him, then added out loud, “No, please keep going. We were at bullet number three?” She nodded to herself. “Mmm hmm. That’s right.”
Gabriel pulled the panties to one side and thrust his tongue into her, licking deep and firmly across her wet body. She squirmed, trying to get away, but he held her hips in his hands, keeping her legs open with his body and arms. Her breathing hitched a bit. “Yes, the next meeting will be Friday at ten a.m.”
Gabriel spread her labia with his fingers and began to tongue her clit, just the way she loved it. He did this when he wanted her to come hard and fast; he knew how to get her crazy for him almost instantaneously. Myka writhed in the chair, not sure if she was trying to get away, or trying to entice him closer.
“Steve, I need you to add some information to the presentation about the user interface.” Her voice cracked and she grabbed at the glass of water, but her hand shook as she gulped, so she put it down hard. “Steve, I’ll need to call you back tomorrow. I have—”
Steve continued talking, and Myka was in a state of torture. She needed to move, to moan, to make sounds. She needed to grab Gabriel’s head and pull him closer. But instead she had to sit here, letting him lick her senseless, while she talked to her teammates about things that had completely fled her brain by this point.
“Okay,” she said weakly. “Let’s wrap it up for tonight. Thanks for the meeting, everyone. Oh!” she cried out, as Gabriel gave her an especially wicked lick. “No, just my pet dog,” she said darkly into the phone. “He’s causing a ton of trouble. Yes, he’s new. Nearly housebroken. Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.”
She hung up and ripped off the headset. “Gabriel, you’re insane! I had three people on the phone! And you,” and she went into a moan as he swirled his tongue around her clit. She leaned back in her chair, tensing her thighs. “Oh, God, you know what that does to me, baby.”
“I do know,” said Gabriel, talking into her skin. “That’s why I’m doing it.”
He pushed at her thighs to spread them even wider, then put his mouth back on her clit and sucked. Myka screamed as the orgasm came over her suddenly, no warning, filling her with white-hot pleasure that blanked out her brain and made her whole body tremble. She shuddered under his mouth for a long minute, writhing and crying out, until the spasms of pleasure died down. “Oh, God. Gabriel. That was amazing. But you had me making orgasm noises on the phone!” She tried to kick at him, but he was still holding her thighs.
“A dog, ma chèrie? You referred to me as a pet?” he scowled, but Myka saw the smile in his eyes.
“Well, I had to say something!” she defended herself. “They were all, are you okay? I couldn’t say that my fiancé was under the table licking my pussy.”
Gabriel laughed out loud. “No, I suppose you could not.” He came out from under the table and drank her water, draining the glass. “Hard work, but I’m happy to do it for you,” he said, reaching under her robe to tweak her nipple.
“Hey,” protested Myka.
“And now,” said Gabriel with a wicked grin. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you. You know the rules. No referring to me as a pet. And you don’t ever get to say no to my mouth on your pussy.”
“I never heard the pet one before,” said Myka, stepping closer and tracing the line of hair that lead down his bare chest into his jeans. “I think you made that up right now.”
“I’m going to give you a good hard spanking,” he said softly into her ear, stopping her hand from its gently exploration, and Myka felt herself go all liquid as she always did at those words.
“Go into the bedroom and get out the cuffs and the crop,” he told her.
“Yes, sir,” said Myka, leaning up to kiss his lips. He tasted of lemon and her own arousal. She hurried into the bedroom and got the necessary items, sucking in her breath to see what he already had waiting on the nightstand. But she quickly got into position, kneeling with her palms open on her thighs, head down, legs wide so he could see her when he walked in.
“Beautiful, my love,” he said to her with pleasure, and Myka wiggled. “Now,” he added with a smile, “get up and let me bind those lovely wrists.” He fastened the handcuffs, then had her lie down over the edge of the bed. “While I spank you,” he told her in a seductive voice. “I want you to wear this plug. I’m going to take your ass tonight before I lick you into oblivion again as many times as I can.”
 
Sounds like a great story.  Here's a little bit about the author:

Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family.  Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism.  When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels. 

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Website:  http://graffitifiction.com/

On Amazon at:  www.amazon.com/Alexis-Alvarez/e/B0107LJQEM

On GoodReads at:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14127116.Alexis_Alvarez
 
Thanks so much for having me on your blog! Happy reading, everyone.

Digging For Worms

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Guess I'll go eat worms.

Do you remember those days? 
I do, and sometimes they don't seem very far away.

Last night I was so mad at Bill, I needed grappling hooks and bungee cords to stay in bed, yeah I was that close to the edge on my side.  Not that he could touch me, hell he can't even face me with his foot the way it is but still...
Old habits die hard and when a women is mad she's on her side of the bed, period!  If he'd been in a coma I still would have slept clinging to the my side of the mattress. 

They say never go to bed mad. Whoever said that anyway!  Were they even married?  Did they have kids, financial issues, tons of medical bills?  Somehow I don't think so. 

I've gone to bed mad plenty of times. I've woken up mad, and stayed mad.  The longest is three days I think, but then I'm good at it.  Although those of you who know me may not believe it, I can shut up. (When I want to)

In my defense, I did say my prayers and I did pray for patience.  It's not here yet, but hopefully it's coming.

As much as it pains me to admit it, some of it may have been my fault.  I'm off my Motrin for a week so I can have some medical tests next week.  This is difficult.  I'm allergic to Tylenol, don't take narcotics and am in pretty good pain.  Can pain be good?

Even my muses are hiding today.  Since last Sunday I've written more than half of Maeve and Sean's story and continued to work on a very explicit novel about a young woman who has never been able to reach orgasm.  I'm wondering if there's a connection between what's going on in her life and mine, lol. 

Isn't that a terrible thing to say?  On the other hand I can't be the only woman married to a terrific lover who happens to be out of commission.  TMI?  Right now writing about sexual frustration comes easily, no pun intended.

In Kiss Me, O'Malley, Sean has to behave as Maeve isn't his bride yet. 
In His Little Margie, the good doctor, despite all his skills, (and they are many) can't seem to find the right combination of discipline, medical play and romance.

Lord, I just had a terrible thought.  What if I have to wait for Bill to get better before my female characters get any?  That just seems needlessly cruel! 

Going out back with my bucket and spoon to dig up some worm, sigh.

Warning: Sexually Explicit Post! In case you missed it...The Trouble With Abby

The Trouble With Abby, is on sale for $2.99 until October 17th on Amazon and Blushing Books. 

Connor McCabe recognized Abby as someone who needed looking after from the moment he met her and immediately appointed himself her protector.   A former Navy Seal, accustomed to being respected and obeyed, it wasn’t long before he was taking her in hand, determined to instill some sense into her beautiful head.  In his opinion, Abby was a little wild, drank too much, and was entirely too confident in her martial arts skills.  
Abigail Stevens’ diminutive size was one of the reasons she pursued her back belt.  A girl had to know how to take care of herself in today’s world.  She was proud of her accomplishments, even if her overgrown G.I. Joe didn’t take her seriously.  Sure he was stronger and when he pulled her over his knees there wasn’t much doubt who was in charge, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable.  It just meant that she was crazy about the dominant man, or maybe just plain crazy.  In her mind the jury was still out.
When danger threatens Abby and those she holds dear, Connor and the other men in the O’Malley’s tight-knit circle do everything in their power to protect their women.  As frustrations and tensions mount the power struggle between Abby and Connor escalates, putting their entire relationship at risk until a hero makes a move, one that will change everything. 

Excerpt:
“Connor McCabe, are you telling me that you actually enjoy…” she swallowed with difficulty and began again.  “Did you say you derive sexual pleasure from paddling my ass?  That it’s not just for discipline as you’ve always insisted?” she gasped.
“Oh it’s nearly always for discipline,” he replied, smiling.  “Thankfully you give me plenty of reasons to spank you, but do I like it?  You bet I do,” he admitted, grasping her hips and pulling her naked pussy snuggly against him. 
Abby grasped his shoulder and stared into his eyes.  His hard cock was now nestled securely between her pussy lips and the heat of it seared her.
“I love turning your little bottom berry red.  Holding your hot cheeks in my hands as I sink my cock into you while you squirm is incredible.  Your sexy whimpers and moans fire my blood like nothing ever has.”  Feeling the moist heat of her core getting slipperier by the second, he ground her to him with a strong arm around her hips.
“I love making you mind me.  Watching you stand in the corner with your nose to the wall, your sweet little bottom wearing my handiwork after you’ve been punished is unbearably moving,” he admitted, apparently without an ounce of shame.
“So if I were good all the time, I mean if I could be, you would miss spanking me?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
Connor laughed.  “I would miss it terribly.  Of course you’ll understand why I’m not worried about it,” he teased, bending to suckle her nipple for a moment.
“But you would stop, if I were good, right?” she asked hesitantly and held his head to her breast, her head dropping back as pleasure rushed through her.
“If you were a good girl,” he murmured, moving to her other breast and rasping his tongue across its peak, “and I mean a very good girl, I would have no reason to spank you…unless you wanted me to.  Would you want me to, Abby honey?” he whispered, holding his breath.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, bowing her back to give him better access.

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Pushing Re-set

Okay, so I'll admit it.  I've been feeling very 'put upon' lately. In fact, I've been feeling quite sorry for myself.   Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but true.
Normally, I'm not that kind of a girl. Oh I bitch, and curse and maybe cry a bit, but it's usually short-lived.  Then I go into 'repair' mode.  I identify the problem, assess my options and set about making things right, or at least acceptable.

I wasn't able to do that this time.  First of all, things were happening too fast.  It was one crisis after another with no time to process anything in between. For the last month I've been on a roller coaster, screaming to get off.

Sept 10th - Husbands surgery, (partially successful)
Sept 15th - Brother in law passed away suddenly
Sept 15th- Husband's second surgery (again partially successful)
Sept 19th- Funeral
Sept 27th-28th Youngest son to Er - Transferred by ambulance to Albany for surgery with gallbladder, renal and liver failure
Sept 28th- Middle son has heart attack. Doctors snag large clot and add stent
Sept 30th - Middle son released
Oct 1st- Youngest son released
Oct 3rd - Youngest son back in for Er surgery, hernia tore open his intestine
Oct 4th- Middle son re-admitted to hospital for chest pain, another catherization and change of meds.
Oct 6th- Middle son released from hospital.
Oct. 6th - Return to husbands doctor, foot has ulcerated, needs another surgery - quickly.
Oct 7th - Youngest son released from hospital
Oct 7th - huge argument with my youngest daughter in the a.m. I gave up and went back to bed for the rest of the day!
Oct 8th - Waiting for call from hospital that they have a bed for husband.
Oct 9th - Husbands third surgery scheduled for by-pass in right leg.

So looking at this in chronological order, I can clearly see why I may have been slightly off balance for the last month. Actually, I'm not sure I have the dates exactly right, it all seems sort of foggy, but they're close. I do know that both boys ended up in the hospital on the same day, twice.  Odd, huh?

Ever since we went to the doctors on Tuesday when I knew for sure we were looking at another, more serious surgery for Bill, I've been slightly sick. Stomach pain, nausea, chills etc.  probably mostly the result of anxiety. 

This morning it was still dark when I got up-- that happens when you sleep almost an entire day away.  I sat at the table with my tea, the lights off, and watched the sun come up all by myself.  Even the dog cut me some slack and refrained from frantically scratching at the door to go out.  As I watched the sky grow lighter I thought about all the things that have come our way and I realized that all my worrying hasn't helped one damn thing.  I thought about all the people who've supported us and prayed for us.

Finally thin streams of sunlight began to break through the clouds and I began to realize how incredibly lucky we are.  Basically we've come through hell and we  aren't done, but I still have my husband, and my poor sister-in-law does not.  What the hell am I whining about?  We have our son's, both of whom could easily have died.  My middle son lives a good half hour from the trauma hospital, not counting how long it would have taken for the ambulance to get there.  That day he was three minutes away.  Bill's doctor is aggressive, not content to just sit back and watch him lose his foot, then his leg.  Another surgery is a bitch, but if it works, I'll have my husband back up and walking. Some people don't get that choice, we did.  I'm thankful.  I just wish the hospital would call so we can get this show in the road.  I'm anxious for things to get back to normal, whatever that is.

So anyway, no more doom and gloom from me.  I'm picking myself up, dusting myself off and ready to carry on.  I have books to write, I want to go to Bingo ( I really can't even believe I said that as I always hated Bingo, but now they have the machines so I don't have to pay attention and can pig-out on cheese fries and chicken tenders) and I want to have sex.  Oh yes I do, raunchy, nasty, wild sex, the kind you have to keep your windows closed for.  I can't wait to remind Bill that although we may be older, but we're not dead.   I'm truly blessed and I don't plan on forgetting it again.  Hugs, Stevie

Maiden Claimed by Ravyn Rayne

Maiden Claimed
Palace Secrets Book Two
Historical Romance, Romantic Erotica

 

It was supposed to be a simple trip to the market in Paris.

Nothing for Lady Hannah is ever simple.

One secret after another.

The lies are mounting up.

Lady Hannah has made a deal with the devil. Worse she’s falling in love with him. There’s no turning back.

A steamy medieval romance filled with spankings and erotic pleasures.

 

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Excerpt

Waiting outside the bathhouse, a gentleman, with honey-golden hair and eyes as green as the blades of grass on a summer’s day, stops in front of me. He looks me over and smiles. His face is covered in scruff and dirt licks his skin. “I approve.”

There’s an arrogance surrounding this man, and I have the urge to silence him.

“You approve of what?” I ask and cross my arms defensively. My eyes narrow, unpleased.

“I approve of you joining me in the bathhouse. Though I admit you look pretty clean already. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He reaches out to touch a strand of my blonde hair and I swat his fingers away and force his arm down to his side.

“You’ve lost your mind.” My grip on his wrist is forceful, showing him who’s boss.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glancing down at my hand still holding his wrist.




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Palace Secrets by Ravyn Rayne

Love comes in many forms and always at a price.

At twenty-three, Princess Isabella must settle down for the sake of her kingdom. Caught up in a secret affair with her lady-in-waiting, Hannah, the princess knows it can only last for so long.

When Prince Alexander arrives to court her, he confides that his father is on his death bed, and he will be crowned king soon. Isabella hastily agrees to the proposal, desiring to be queen, knowing little about her soon to be husband.

Murder, secrets, and lies combine with menage, spanking, and erotic encounters in this steamy medieval romance.

 

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The Amber Voyeur by Ravyn Rayne

No longer safe in Brayleigh, Aria and James travel by ship to find refuge and discover what’s left of the world.

Dangerous seas and pirates lurking are only the start of their troubles. Forced off the boat with nothing but the clothes on their back, the crew and passengers make it to a nearby island, only to be abducted by the Knight Tribe, a clan of romantic warriors with a voyeuristic culture and a taste for nightly entertainment.

Get swept away in this dystopian erotic adventure, brimming with romance, spankings, and betrayal.




 The Amber Voyeur
 Gem Apocalypse Book Two
 By Ravyn Rayne
 Blushing Books
 Dystopian Erotica
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The hum of the engine died, and Aria heard the scream of unfamiliar words in a language she didn't recognize. Shots were fired in every direction forcing her to duck, throwing herself onto the floor of the ship.

James lay right beside her, covering Aria with his body, shielding her from danger. She didn't have the courage to ask what happened.

The warmth and security Aria felt from James vanished. A man covered in tattoos, his arms a canvas of ink, grabbed James by the arm and dragged him across the room. The second man accompanying him lifted Aria from the floor and escorted her up the stairwell. James walked just a few feet in front. The man dropped his hold on her as the passageway narrowed. A gun pressed into her back, a constant reminder of danger. Aria couldn't fight without risking her life. She hoped these men would steal what goods they came for and then leave.

Forced outside, the lifeboats were just a few feet away.

The sun began to set, and the sky twinkled like a sapphire without a cloud in the heavens.

Even at dusk, beads of sweat trickled against Aria's forehead. Her black shirt stuck to her back, the cargo pants she wore were too hot for this climate. She didn't dare ask where they were; she didn't believe anyone would answer.

They were forced against the wall. Would the lifeboats even float anymore? The old luxury cruise liner's paint faded from years of sun exposure. What would it have been like fifty years ago, before the devastation and destruction that their parents created, taking a luxury cruise? She would never know. The Gem Apocalypse had resulted in a war with only survivors, no heroes.

"Move!" the man behind Aria said. His gun dug further into her back, and she pushed forward on James's heels. "Down!"

They got down onto the ground with the other crew and passengers. Six men towered over them with guns. Aria was unfamiliar with the weapons, as they were larger than the ones the guards carried at the palace.

"We'll be okay," James said as he sat beside Aria, reaching for her hand.

Aria wanted to ask him how he could know that without a doubt. Hope shrank like a beacon of light fading in the distance. These men were thieves. She could smell the treachery and greed from where she sat. How did they end up here?


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About the Author


Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

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