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Spirituality and Sexual Kink - accepting myself the way I am

The amazing Brit Babes inviting me to guest blog over at their site today. They asked for a topic that might generate some discussion, so I'm posting about my journey to self-acceptance and figuring out the divinity of kink.



The Brit Babes: Special Guest Renee Rose: Please join the Babes in welcoming Renee Rose, author of The Bossman , to our blog. We had the wonderful opportunity to meet Renee just a f...

Of two minds about a spanking - dabbling in a DD mindset

It has been noted by many, if not all of you in the TTWD community the difference a mindset plays in how you take a spanking.  I've heard if you're angry, it doesn't hurt so much, if you're role playing you can take a lot more, but if you genuinely feel bad about something, it's the worst spanking ever.



We don't really do DD.  My husband was not interested in spanking outside of the sexual realm, and I was happy just to get spanked. But he did know that I thought real punishment was hot and wanted to experience it. You may recall my post a few months ago about my first Naughty Girl punishment.  I have to say, even that one, though used to resolve a fight, was purely sexual in its overtones.

Since then my husband has played with using real things to spank me for-- nothing big, just things that actually annoy him. One day, he pulled me into the "mud room" (we don't call them that in Arizona, but that's essentially what it is) and made me count how many reuseable grocery bags I had, then bent me over the washing machine and gave me one stroke of his belt for each one (fourteen!).  It was super hot, but as our kids had friends over and we were standing in the mud room, could not brought to a happy conclusion at the time.

That was the first time I experienced the curious mixture of feelings. I knew it wasn't a serious spanking, yet I also felt actually chastised over annoying my husband with my assortment of reuseable grocery bags (hey- I'm green, what I can say?).  I experienced a bit of what I might call "sub drop" and returned to seek out my bewildered mate to hold me until I recovered. I chalked it up to the lack of sex/orgasm afterward.

The next time was something equally innocuous. This time there was hot sex involved. My husband pulled this hot scene where he made me spread out the tablecloth I had sent out for his company's brunch that had a fresh stain on it and then kneel on it and suck his cock while he whipped me.  It was delicious, but again, afterward, I had an oddly chastised feeling. Obviously, I should've washed the tablecloth before I sent it out, but big picture, no big deal. Still, I had what I was calling "sub drop."  I felt like curling up in a ball and crying. He held me afterward and told me what a good wife I was, and it passed fairly quickly.

Then we had this moment in Amsterdam. We were tired and hungry and had just arrived the airport after walking the city all afternoon. My husband said we should go one way, I questioned it. He came up next to me and said he was going to spank me later for not letting him lead. Normally, this would be an exciting statement to me. I think fatigue contributed to my emotional response-- I felt totally demoralized.
The next day we discussed it, and agreed neither of us wants to go there. Spanking should be fun, not a source of angst in our relationship.

That should be the end of the story, but it's not. Not quite. On the drive to Bristol, my husband pulled over in a remote spot and ordered me to follow him into the thicket, where he told me to put my hands against a tree.  He whipped me, giving me a talking to about who was in charge, and who I was (his slut) and what my job was (to suck his cock). It was perfectly delicious, yet when we got back in the car and I had the curious desire to hide my face in my scarf in humiliation.

Then I noted it so distinctly-- my mind tugging in two different directions:  one--the old way--the one that sees any and all spankings as white-hot fantasy fulfillment, and the other--the new one I had been trying on--one of shame and guilt, as if I were truly a bad girl.  You can guess that this time I made the correct choice, and recovered without the threatening sub-drop.

Who knows where TTWD will lead us in the future, but for now it seems best for us to stick to good-girl spankings or very clearly "role-play" only because dabbling in DD where we don't have a DD structure in place does not seem a healthy route for me emotionally.

My new birthday panties!

I can't find the post now, but I'm pretty sure at some point I posted about my husband's interest (or lack thereof) in lingerie. At the time, I was wanting to order something sexy to please him, so I pulled up the Eden's Fantasy's website to ask what turned him on.

Turned out none of it was that exciting to him (although he loves all thigh-highs).  He confessed what he thought was hot was...80's neon workout clothes.  Naturally, he hit puberty right when Olivia Newton John was strutting around her leotard and tights.  I figure that's why he married me--as a dancer, I spend more time than not in form-fitting dance clothes.

Anyway, as you may recall, I had a birthday last week, well it's been more than a week now, but I was totally discombobulated from returning from the UK on my birthday (turns out I am not so very flexible when it comes to disrupting my bio-rhythms--I didn't sleep the whole week I was there and then I didn't sleep for a whole week when we returned!) so I just got around to opening my husband's gifts this week.

I am now the proud new recipient of not one, but two pairs of neon leg-warmers (alas, no matching sweatband!) and several neon mesh stripper-dresses, because my husband says everyone looks good in fishnet, particularly small-breasted (me) women.

I also now own several new pairs of crotchless panties, fishnet thigh-highs and some really cute thigh-high socks.  My favorite gift, though, is this amazing pair of panties...


He ordered them from Amazon. I think I"m going to add them to my Spanking Toys page, not that anyone seems to go there...

Your body gives you away - #SatSpanks - mafia domestic discipline

Today's teaser is from The Bossman , my new mafia spanking romance. Joey just bent Sophie over the kitchen counter and delivered a non-consensual spanking for disrespecting him and lying. Here's what happens next...

She bared her teeth, looking over her shoulder at him. Her face was flushed and her pupils had dilated. He froze, realizing he had gone too far and probably just ruined his chances with the one woman he was truly interested in. But then recognized the wild look in her eye--she was aroused. Lust kicked through him like an explosion. He kept pressure on the panties, rubbing one of her reddened cheeks with his other hand, as he leaned forward to murmur in her ear, “You liked that, didn’t you?” “No,” she growled, her voice husky. He released his hold on her panties to wrap his fist in her hair, using it to tug her head backward. “You’re lying,” he said in a low voice, his hand dipping into her bra to find an erect nipple. He pinched it. “Your body gives you away.”

The Bossman Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally.

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently? 

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The Accidental Fingering - #HopswithHeart - Enter to win prizes!

I'm joining the Spring Fling Blog Hop today, giving away a choice of one of my books to one lucky commenter. Thanks to Jane Wakely for putting on this new fun hop!

Here’s the Grand Prize list:

1 Kindle Fire (Donated by Blushing Books)
1 $75 Amazon (or B&N) Gift Card
1 $25 Starbucks Gift Card (Donated by Sue)
1 $25 Blushing Books Gift Card (Donated by Patty)
1 $25 Loose Id Gift Card (Donated by Cara)
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Bondage anyone?  I have a fascination with having my heroines tied up, especially to the hero.  Today's snippet is from Held for Ransom, my medieval romance.  The Avalon priestess Ariana has been abducted by a rogue knight nicknamed Crow. After she stabs his face with her eating knife and the wound becomes infected, he ties her to his own wrist while they sleep to prevent her escape.

Here's what happens in his fevered dreams:

He reached down to cup her bottom, silvery white in the moonlight. It, too, became clothed, but he wrestled her skirts up out of the way, successful in finding the bare skin he sought. For a long time, he simply stroked the firm flesh, feeling the softness of her skin, enjoying the slope of her curves. His cock pressed insistently against her thigh, though, urging him to action.

His fingers found her crack, followed it back to her sex, moist and hot. He slid his fingers over it, now, no longer an untried boy, but an experienced warrior who had learned how to make a woman moan by touching her in just the right way. He found her sensitive nub, circled it, feeling it lengthen as she grew more wet, her hips beginning to undulate, causing her thigh to rub his cock in the most tantalizing way.

“That is it, love,” he murmured, increasing his tempo, then dipping lower, seeking entry to her hot sheath.

“Crow!” 

He stilled, the dream fading, though the sensations had not. The smell of Ariana was all around him, the warmth of her body pressed against his.

Oh Goddess.

His fingers were wet, deep in her delicate folds. He pulled them away, only to hear her gasp, as he yanked the rope connecting their wrists.

He blinked in the darkness, trying to make out her face, to remember just which part was real. He smelled the scent of her arousal, not just on his fingers, but in the small room, an intoxicating ambrosia.

Had she been undulating against him in pleasure? If so, why had she stopped him?
Probably because he had been about to breach her entrance and take her virginity.

“Forgive me,” he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his face with his free hand.

Held for Ransom $3.99 Amazon top 100 for Medieval The Romance Review's Top Pick All Romance Ebook's top seller
When Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.

The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
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And bring a wooden spoon, while you're at it...#DungeonCrawl

Welcome to Dungeon Crawl!  Today's excerpt is from The Bossman, my new mafia spanking romance. Also, check out the great review it received from Spanking Romance today.

“Now go get my breakfast, just the way you are.” 

“How about a T-shirt?” 

He snarled and slapped her breast, surprising more than hurting her. 

“All right, all right,” she pouted, so turned on she was ready for round two. He let her up and she trotted back to the kitchen and re-warmed the pancakes, slathering them with butter and heated maple syrup. 

“Chocolate chip pancakes,” she said, sliding them in front of where he sat at the table. 

“Mmm. Wait--” he said, reaching out and grabbing one of her butt cheeks as she turned away. “Did I say you could walk away? What if I need something?”
A trickle of moisture dribbled down her leg. “I was going to make you coffee,” she said in a shaky voice. 

He slapped her breast again and her pussy clenched. “Did I ask for coffee?”
“No, sir,” she said, feeling light-headed with arousal. 

“You may get me coffee,” he announced loftily. “And bring a wooden spoon, while you’re at it.” 

Her belly tightened with anxiety, even as her heart raced with excitement. She brewed him a latte and served it along with the wooden spoon, this time standing beside him, waiting to be dismissed. He ignored her for a few moments, eating his pancakes, then scooted his chair back. 

“I’d like that bare ass over my lap now. “

The Bossman

Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally.

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?
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The Bossman Spanks Hard #SatSpanks

Buy now!Today's excerpt is from The Bossman , my new mafia spanking story. One of the reasons I wanted to write a mafia story is because I think it's challenging to write a contemporary spanking romance in which the hero thinks he has a right to spank non-consensually. One of the scenarios I could imagine it happening is with a member of the Family. Here's what happens when Sophie goes out with another guy and then lies about it to Joey:

He nodded. “I see,” he said grimly, spinning her around and bending her over the counter. He lifted her short denim skirt and grasped her panties, pulling them into her crack and twisting a wad in his fist to hold them there. He started to smack her exposed cheeks, hard.  

“Ouch! Stop it!”  

“I know we’re not in a committed relationship yet, but you still don’t go out with another man without talking to me about it. That’s disrespectful,” he said, never pausing in his rapid-fire spanks. 

She squirmed and he pulled up on her panties, lifting her to her tiptoes and applying pressure across her pussy and anus. She gasped. 

“And you never, ever lie to me.” He punctuated each word with a hard slap, leaving red fingerprints on her perfect ass. “Capisce?”

The Bossman Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally.

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently? 

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The Winter Storm Scavenger Hunt - Last Day! Enter to win!

Hi everyone, as one of the co-authors of the new book  The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle , I am here with Day 8 of our Scavenger Hunt. Casey McKay and Katherine Deane and I are sharing all kinds of juicy excerpts, I hope you're enjoying them!
Don't forget to enter the contest! Answer the question at the bottom for your chance to win. Here are the details:
We will have a new excerpt from our new book The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle everyday. All you have to do is read the post and answer the question below. Do not answer in the comments, we want everyone to have a fair chance!Answer once each day and for each correct answer you will be entered into a drawing to win:- $25 Amazon giftcard- $10 Amazon giftcard- A previous release by Renee Rose- A previous release by Casey McKay
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Today's excerpt features my characters Cade and Faye. If you recall, Faye turned Cade's feet into flippers trying to make him forget she owed him rent. He spanks her and takes his as his slave until she can undo the spell.  Here's what happens after he spanks her for breaking the rules at his place:

“Are you still mad at me?” she sniffed.“Nah… not really. It truly was an accident?”“I swear on Pan’s flute.”“So just call in some of Pan’s magick and get my feet back, okay?”“I will,” she said, lifting her head. “I promise, I’ll figure it out.”He nudged her back to stand. She reached for the panties at her ankles. “Uh-uh. What did I say? No panties. I want your little bottom bared and available so I can correct you on the fly.”She erected herself, holding her pink flouncy skirt down in the front as if afraid he would peek at her pussy. It naturally made him all the more curious, and he teased her, picking up the edge and bending his head way down to peer up. “What are you hiding? I am quite certain your pussy is as adorable as your little ass.”“It’s not groomed!” she blurted, looking embarrassed.He laughed. “You’re not into trimming, eh?”“No, I don’t ah… we don’t… um… no one sees it except me, usually.”His eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “You don’t have sex?”She shook her head.“Ever?”“No. We don’t.”“We? Meaning fairies? You have got to be kidding me! Little sprites of nature, ruled by Pan, God of Debauchery?”She folded her arms. “Not until we’re ready to procreate.”He narrowed his eyes. “Bologna.”“It’s the truth. What would you know, anyway?”“Sassy. I will spank you for that.”She jumped back out of his reach, and he laughed at her sprightliness.“Apologize and I might let it slide.”“Forgive me, Master,” she said, lifting the sides of her skirt and curtsying.He laughed again. “Go in the kitchen and make us some dinner, slave.”She scowled, but he detected the fresh smell of arousal and chuckled as she flounced away.

Blurb:In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.

Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?

Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind, and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.

When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.

Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?

Publisher’s Note: The Winter Storm is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, age play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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The Scoop from Eroticon2014 (and spank me, it's my birthday!)

First of all--it's my birthday, so feel free to spank me in the comments with the implement of your choice. :)

I just returned home from our whirlwind trip to Europe for Eroticon.  It was the first time we'd left our kids for more than a couple nights, so we kept it short-- one week in all:  two days in Amsterdam, two to see England sights, and two at Eroticon in Bristol.

I highly recommend Eroticon because the community who attends is incredibly supportive. You get no sense of competition from other writers and you walk away feeling like you made real friends.

One of the best things about Eroticon is that it's intimate enough that you rub elbows with the majority, if not all the people there. Having attended Eroticon USA, this time I knew a few faces to start, which made it easier.

Of course, I was ecstatic to see the brave and lovely organizer Ruby Kiddell (also a contemporary dancer!) as well as Harper Eliot and the newlyweds Stranded in Toronto and Stranded GF (will she be changing her twitter tag to Stranded wife? Inquiring minds want to know). I also had the chance to re-connect with F. Leonora Solomon, acquiring editor of Ravenous Romance and Molly Moore and Michael Knight, the blogging/SEO/internet gurus.

I was thrilled to put faces with names I already knew from networking:  Lily Hastings, Lily Harlem, and Lucy Felthouse, as well as meet a whole host of authors I knew peripherally or should have known!



Instead of business cards, I brought 21 inch "paddles" with my logo/website address as handouts.  They were a good ice-breaker and despite needing a little sanding, actually make a good spanking implement (I still have some marks to prove it!).

The opening discussion was on how censorship affects us. Some of it was specific to the UK, but all erotic authors these days know how easy it is to have a book removed from Amazon for content, blurb or cover. The fabulous spanking star Pandora Blake was one of the presenters, and talking to her about her life as a feminist pornographer and sex worker was a highlight. I'm hoping to have her over to my blog for an interview soon.



Here's a great photo of Pandora demonstrating one of the Renee Rose Romance paddles on  author Charlie Forrest.

I attended some great workshops: Talking to the Press by Cliterati stars Emily Dubberley and Mia More; Body Language by my awesome friend Lily Hastings, Sex and Spirituality by Victoria Blisse and KD Grace--a discussion that gave me goosebumps the entire time. Building Tension: conflict and consent in erotic fiction by Mirren Baxter and Judith Watts, two wonderfully skilled instructors who both teach writing professionally, was a great class on craft.

The cocktail party Saturday night was packed and I confess I had a drink or two too many, but isn't that what cocktail parties are for? 

The next day I jumped into Fiction in Flash writing workshop with Kristina Lloyd, then the very interesting workshop Queer as Fuck by Anna Martin and Josephine Myles, two authors who write M/M romance. I noticed many similarities in the M/M romance market as the Spanking Romance market! I wrapped up the conference with Ask an Editor with professional editors Cressida Downing and Barbara Cardy.

FIGGING FUN
Naughty author Natasha Knight, who I had the immense pleasure of meeting in person in Amsterdam, issued a Ginger Challenge to some other spanking authors. Right now the reigning champion is Casey McKay, at a whopping 40 minutes! (she said it plateaus after a half hour).

I thought I would test the theory that ginger is stronger over in the UK, as it seems all the British spankees think figging is horrible, while we Yanks lap it up.  My husband bought the ginger but I'm sorry to say that although there was lots of spanky panky going on, we didn't get to use it. I brought it home in my suitcase, but ended up ditching it in the airport bathroom before we went through customs, and I guess it was a good thing, because the sniffing dog pointed the bag out and I had to answer a bunch of questions about what kind of fresh produce I'd recently had in my bag. I told the customs agent it was ginger, so my husband can stick it up my arse before he whips me, of course!  Just kidding--I said it was a mango!  :)

In case you're wondering, the initial challenge was to time yourself for how long you could leave a piece of ginger on your clit.  It then escalated to the double penetration challenge, which was what we were planning. I'm thinking we may need to do a blogland challenge.... who's in?

Last note-- are you playing our Winter Storm Scavenger Hunt?  Tomorrow is the last day to win an entry to win Amazon gift cards and books! Also, check out the awesome review of it on Spanking Romance Reviews.

Disrespecting the Bossman (NEW RELEASE!!) - #DungeonCrawl

I just got home from Eroticon2014 (I'll post a round-up tomorrow) in time to
announce the release of The Bossman , the book that won the EroticonUSA Next Top Author contest.

The story is about a disillusioned mafia daughter who wants anything but the sort of macho men from the Family. Still, Joey La Torre won't take no for an answer. Here's what happens after their first hook-up. 

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“Ugh!” she grumbled, slapping his arm and rolling off him. “And I was hoping you’d accept this in lieu of that second date, because it was a one-night stand kind of thing to me.” 

“Absolutely not, said, following her off the bed and getting dressed.  

“What if I made breakfast?” 

“Nah, I don’t eat in the morning. You making coffee, though?” 

She rolled her eyes, but grinned. “Sure. Coming right up.” 

“It doesn’t count for our date!” he called after her. 

Five minutes later, she was wrapped in a short pink robe with the espresso machine spitting out two shots. Joey sauntered in, looking every bit as handsome as he had the night before. Her body responded to the sight of his large frame, the implicitly masculine way he carried himself. He wore a button down shirt and slacks. She could tell by the fabric and cut they were designer brands and she hadn’t missed the Rolex watch or the Ray-Ban sunglasses. It irritated her, as they were symbols of mafia, but, like everything else about him, it also turned her on.  

He wandered into the living room and investigated her DVD collection. “You’re a fan of musicals?”

“Shut up,” she said, expecting ridicule.  

He shook his head and made a tsking sound. “Disrespectful,” he said. 

He was teasing, but the rebuke sent a shiver up her spine just the same, knowing he was truly a dangerous man who had probably imparted violence to many who disrespected him. 

He came back into the kitchen. “I like musicals,” he said. 

She raised an eyebrow. “You. Like musicals,” she said, her voice dripping with disbelief.

Blurb:
Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally. 

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently? 

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