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May 27, 2014
Daddy Morebucks Audiobook Fans – Please Vote for the Sultry Listener Awards!
Hi Friends! The DADDY MOREBUCKS audiobook is in the Semi-Finals in the Erotic category for the Sultry Listeners Award. I have a favor to ask of Daddy Morebucks Fans. Would you please help me make it to the next round and vote for Daddy Morebucks for the Sultry Listener Award? This is an easy one-click vote that would mean so much to me! Thanks everyone. Click on the picture below to vote.
And what if you haven’t listened to the Daddy Morebucks audiobook yet? Listen to a sample below or
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Daddy Morebucks (Daddy’s Girl #1)
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy,” it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire. Even before she accepts his offer, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms.
Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy? Publisher’s Note: Daddy Morebucks is an erotic novel that includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, elements of age play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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May 23, 2014
Give Daddy Your Panties! #SatSpanks from Daddy’s Game
Happy Saturday Spankings everyone! I hope you’re enjoying your Memorial Day weekend. I’m thrilled to be sharing a spanking with you from my upcoming release, Daddy’s Game. (The release party is Wednesday! Please join us for lots of fun, games, and prizes. Click here for more information and to sign up.)
In this snippet football star Natron is testing his new girl Carmen to see if she has submissive tendencies. They’re eating dinner at a Mexican restaurant and he tells her to take off her panties. She asks if she can do it in the bathroom, but he smiles and tells her to do it right there at the table.
She sighed heavily and started wriggling in her chair. He enjoyed watching her squirm as she tried to inch the elastic down little by little under her skirt.
Their food arrived while she was in the middle of her task, and she looked terribly uncomfortable as the waiter placed her food in front of her and asked if they’d like anything else. She gave him a plastered on smile and shook her head.
Natron laughed and dug into his meal. A few minutes later Carmen poked him. “Okay, they’re off. Now what do you want me to do with them?”
“Hand them to me.”
She pressed a handful of bunched up fabric into his palm. He grinned and pocketed it. “Thank you. It pleases me that you did what I asked.”
About Daddy’s Game (Coming This Week!)
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. As they grow closer he introduces her to his particular brand of kink – he wants to be her Daddy Dom and make her his little girl submissive. She agrees, and they explore their passion through a variety of sexual games.
Dallas Vipers’ wide receiver Natron Dakers is on top of the world. At the top of his profession, he has money, fame, and all the perks that go with it. Finally having found the perfect partner in his curvy little girl Carmen, his life feels complete. Until one day, in a split second, everything comes crashing down and it looks like he will lose it all. Will Natron self-destruct or will he dig deep and fight to win the ultimate game of love?
Remember to mark your calendars for the Daddy’s Game Facebook Release Party on Wednesday! We’ll be giving away erotic romance books, audiobooks, and (2) $25 Bookseller Gift Cards!
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May 22, 2014
Chatting with Author Dinah McLeod about Maggie Meets Her Match #Spanking
Join me in welcoming Dinah McLeod to the blog today. She’ll be sharing with us from her newest release Maggie Meets Her Match.
What was the inspiration behind this book?
I’ve always liked the idea of a woman finding love after it’s conventional for her to do so. And for Maggie Swift, being twenty-nine and unmarried in the Old West is unheard of. Also, I like cowboys mainly because I think non-consensual spankings are hot and I like a man who doesn’t have to ask permission. 
Which character spoke to you the most while you were writing this book or which was you favorite?
Maggie is and probably will continue to be my favorite even when I deal with her sisters-in-law’s stories. She is the most like me, so I can relate to her.
When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
Since the first grade. My teacher told me to write stories as busy work. Then she liked the stories and took me to a young author’s conference. I knew then and there I wanted to continue to create stories, even if it was only ever for my own enjoyment.
What is something readers would be surprised to learn about you?
I don’t know if this will surprise anyone or not, because I definitely don’t imagine anyone thinking about my sex life, but I will say that for the first five years of our marriage I was very vanilla. With a capital V, even.
What are you reading right now?
John Grisham’s “The Firm”, but don’t worry, it’s for research purposes!
About Maggie Meets Her Match
Nineteen-year-old Maggie Swift is excitedly making wedding plans when her beau Joshua breaks her heart. Devastated and determined never to trust a man again, Maggie is convinced she’ll live out her life as an old maid… until ruggedly-handsome Clay Callahan comes riding into her life and sweeps her off her feet. She quickly discovers that though he is more than ready to take his strap to her bare bottom when she gets out of line, being Clay’s wife is pure heaven. Their love and passion grow by leaps and bounds, and soon Maggie is with child.
When tragedy strikes and it seems Maggie’s anguish will consume her entirely, try as she might to push him away, Clay proves that he is determined to do whatever is necessary to bring back his beautiful, sassy bride. Just as her heart begins to heal, however, a figure from her past suddenly reappears and reopens old wounds. Can Maggie put aside her fears and trust that with Clay at her side, they can weather any storm, or will the ghosts of her past rip apart their love?
Excerpt
I wiped my hands on my apron and walked out of the kitchen. My intent was to slip away to my bedroom so that I might freshen up, but Clay caught my arm before I could slide past him.
“Is that any way to greet a visitor?” he asked.
I would have thought him truly irked if not for the smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “I was going to…ah, to change.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Change what?”
I gestured helplessly to my dress. It just wasn’t polite for a lady to make it known she was primping.
“Aw, you look just fine, Maggie.”
I knew I looked anything but. “I’ll just be a minute—”
“Your brothers’ll be in any minute and they’ll be hungry. Why don’t you forget about that and tend to dinner?”
I was about to answer when I saw that his mustache had stopped moving and his eyes had turned serious. Was this some sort of test? Was he trying to see if I would obey him? “Fine,” I said, my voice sweet as honey as I pulled away. This time, he let me go and I marched back to the kitchen. Tend to dinner, indeed. Well, let him sit across from me with my wild hair and dirt under my fingernails! Suited me just fine. Perhaps I ought to stay an old maid after all, if this is a taste of what being a wife was like. I already had two men to boss me around, couldn’t he at least wait until we were wed before he added himself to the list?
“Maggie? Are you alright?”
“Fine,” I said, prickly, not caring that I was taking my frustration out on poor Abby.
“Maggie, it’s just…the biscuits.”
“I’ll check ‘em in a minute, Abigail.”
“But Maggie—”
“For heaven’s sake, didn’t you hear me?” I threw down the dough I’d been working on and glared at her, my mouth drawn in a tight line. “I’ll get to it in a minute!”
“What’s that I smell burning?” Libby asked, sweeping into the parlor.
I scowled at her. Clearly, the woman needed more than a spanking to cure her of her bad manners. “There isn’t a thing burning, thank you.” I was going to add more when I saw the pained look on Abigail’s face and followed her eyes to the stove. I saw straight away that the biscuits were brown, tending toward black, and a thin stream of smoke was starting to rise from the pan. With a gasp, I lunged for the skillet, forgetting to grab a rag in my haste. When my hand touched the hot handle, I drew back with a gasp and an exclamation that had every pair of eyes turning my way.
“I’ve got it,” Abigail said, moving in swiftly and pulling it off the hot stove. “There, now. Are you hurt?”
Tears smarted my eyes, but they were more from embarrassment than anything else. And guilt besides, because even after I’d snapped at her, Abigail was looking at me with nothing but tender concern.
“I think—”
“Here, let me see.” Clay was by my side before I’d realized it, taking hold of my shoulders and turning me to face him. “Hold out your hand, sweetheart.”
My heart jumped in my chest at the endearment and I looked at him with wide eyes full of surprise.
He wasn’t paying my reaction any mind, however, and ordered “Your hand, Maggie,” in a voice that was just as insistent as it was stern.
I yielded straight away, holding it out toward him, wincing when I saw the burn that had raised on my skin.
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May 12, 2014
COVER REVEAL – Daddy’s Game (Book 2 in the Daddy’s Girl Series) #BDSM #Erotic #Romance
Here it is – the cover for Daddy’s Game, Book Two in the Daddy’s Girl Series! I think it’s smokin’ hot, how about you?
Football and kink collide when the game’s biggest star tries to convince a beautiful artist to play Daddy’s Game.
Unofficial Blurb
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. As they grow closer he introduces her to his particular brand of kink – he wants to be her Daddy Dom and make her his little girl submissive. She agrees, and they explore their passion through a variety of sexual games.
Dallas Vipers’ wide receiver Natron Dakers is on top of the world. At the top of his profession, he has money, fame, and all the perks that go with it. Finally having found the perfect partner in his curvy little girl Carmen, his life feels complete. Until one day, in a split second, everything comes crashing down and it looks like he will lose it all. Will Natron self-destruct or will he dig deep and fight to win the ultimate game of love?
Here’s a Sneak Peek at the characters…
Just then she heard a knock at the door, and her emotions did a tap dance in her abdomen. Her hands fluttered with excitement as she moved to let him in.
“Hey, babygirl,” Natron said leaning casually in the door frame, his smile lighting up the already sunny loft.
The flirty name caught her off guard and she could feel her face strain with how hard she was smiling. So much for playing it cool.
“Hey,” she said, ushering him in.
Natron strutted through the door and looked around. “Man, this place is fly.”
“Thanks,” Carmen said, pulling two bottles from the refrigerator and handing him one. Not exactly the luxury digs he was accustomed to but it was perfect for her.
She noticed him searching for a chair. “Sorry, I don’t entertain very often.” She motioned to the bar stools at the kitchenette and made a note to create a small seating area downstairs with some of the money she would earn from this commission.
He straddled the stool and took a slug of water. “So tell me, how’s this thing gonna go down?”
“Well, I was considering painting you from behind. I think that would make a statement.”
The corners of his mouth curled up. “Oh, so you think I have a fine ass is what you’re sayin’.”
She slapped at his arm playfully. “Natron! I’m thinking artistically here.”
“I know. That’s what I’m sayin’.”
Trying to hide her smile, she said, “Okay. We’ll do it from the front. Just like everybody else.”
He touched her chin and winked. “I’m just playin’, babygirl. We’ll do whatever you want. You’re the artist.”
“I know, but you’re paying me so it’s important that you like it.”
“I gotcha,” he nodded and pulled his shirt over his head.
She couldn’t help but stare at the chiseled muscles underneath. His skin was as smooth and dark as the finest chocolate. Unconsciously, she licked her lips then took a sip of water.
“So…just the shorts?” She gulped. “You gonna leave on the shorts?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m not gonna strip naked on you,” he laughed. “At least not right now.”
She giggled. “Do you want to be holding a football or is that too…obvious? It’s up to you.”
“I think I need the ball. Without it, I’m just a guy.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
He tried a few different poses, most of them giving her a prime view of his well-defined muscles. The way his back rippled with sinewy strength made her knees wobble. She didn’t know a person could have so many different back muscles, the way the hard bumps contrasted with his silky dark chocolate skin made her pussy cream.
She walked around him, snapping pictures with her phone. “I’ll use these for reference. That way you won’t have to stay in the same position for hours and hours at a time.”
He lifted a brow lazily, “Girl, you tryin’ to get rid of me?”
She shook her head. “Of course not.” The man was like a sunshiney day, being around him lifted her spirits.
Finally he lighted on the stairs, legs apart he leaned over clutching the ball powerfully between his hands.
“That’s it!” she exclaimed.
“What?”
“That’s the pose right there. Don’t move.”
He stayed put as she circled him taking pictures from every conceivable angle. After she’d determined that she’d gotten the shots she wanted, she moved to her sketch pad. “Next I’m going to make some gesture drawings. Be sure this is the pose we want. Try to act natural and tell me about one of your favorite plays. Feel free to walk around, use your arms. Use your body to tell me the story.”
“Oh, I like that. You’re good,” he said waggling a finger at her.
Daddy’s Game will be released later this month. Stay tuned for more details… In the meantime, have you read the first book in the series Daddy Morebucks?
Daddy Morebucks
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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May 11, 2014
Have You Read Daddy Morebucks Yet? #BDSM #Erotic #Romance
The second book in the Daddy’s Girl series – Daddy’s Game - will be released later this month. To get ready I have one question for you – Have you read DADDY MOREBUCKS yet? This Amazon best-selling erotic romance, the first in the Daddy’s Girl series, has been described as Pretty Woman with a BDSM flavor.
Readers’ Thoughts on Daddy Morebucks
I thoroughly enjoyed this book! I absolutely adored Marley, her character had me laughing out loud at times and I just love that! This book has a well developed plot with great character depth, you can’t help but feel compassion for Marley’s difficulties or for James’ wariness based on prior relationships… I eagerly await book two! – SH at Amazon (5 Stars)
I really enjoyed this story because it shows the true nature of a Daddy Dom/Sub relationship. It gives you a taste of age play without the extremes. Daddy Morebucks shows you what a Daddy Dom truly is; someone that can care for you endlessly but also punish you when you’ve broken the rules. – Felicity at Mad Gypsy in Wonderland (5 Stars)
Gave me butterflies…Lia at Amazon (5 Stars)
Along the line of Pretty Woman with some light spankings and bondage thrown in for pleasure. –Jade Snow (5 Stars)
This isn’t normally my thing, but I saw a book reviewer put it in her top 10, so I took a chance. It was so hot, I’m worried I might accidentally call my husband Daddy. – Anonymous at B&N (5 Stars)
What a great and well written Dom/s story. I loved Marley and James. Their story and how they met was fantastic. I loved her sense of humor and his ability to see what a special person she was despite the life she was dealt. The sex was hot and steamy. I enjoyed how she found women to connect with and share her lifestyle with… You as a reader got to see things from both points of view and it was done effortlessly. This is the first time I have read this author and will be reading more. All around a great story. Highly recommend! – Dsaraceni (5 Stars)
Can’t wait for more from this special club. –Katy Beth (5 Stars)
About Daddy Morebucks
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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May 8, 2014
Admit You Want It – New BDSM Collection from Lisabet Sarai Plus a FREE Download
Deluxe “boxed set” ebook, ADMIT YOU WANT IT, now available from Books We Love! I had to buy this set the MINUTE I saw it. If you have never read Lisabet Sarai’s work you are missing out. Her stories are phenomenal and her writing is sublime. She is truly an artist and she understands BDSM like few authors do. Additionally, she is a generous mentor and a kind friend. Download her free story below. You will NOT be disappointed, I promise!
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For connoisseurs of literate kink, Admit You Want It combines eighteen of Lisabet Sarai’s sizzling D/s short stories plus a 30,000 word novella in one economical package.
Just a Spanking (pushing limits in an established relationship)
Wired (some technically creative bondage)
Ruler (an absolute monarch learns a lesson)
Silver Bells (intense BDSM holiday ménage)
Sundae, Bloody Sundae (lesbian BDSM about terror and trust )
Stroke (submission is all in the mind)
Quiet Evening at Home (a two-timing charmer gets what he deserves)
Limbo (journeys outside the body to the edges of endurance)
Bangkok Noir (BDSM thriller set in the steamy heart of Asia)
Like Riding a Bicycle (a long-married couple reclaim their kinky roots)
Domestic Goddess (punishing an inattentive Master)
On the Beach (romantic and intense M/F/M ménage)
Shades of Red (femdom revelations in the Amsterdam red light district)
Try Before You Buy (light-hearted lesbian D/s)
Tease (fantasies of submission fulfilled)
Wednesday Night at Rocky’s Ace Hardware (toys are everywhere!)
Higher Power (magick, spirit and submission)
Spank Me Again, Stranger (an unexpected birthday celebration)
Limits: A Love Story (love and blood sports)
Special limited time offer! Get a free copy of my BDSM short story A Case of You, just by admitting you want it. Go here for details:
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Reviewers have raved about these tales of dominance and submission. Now you can get a super-sized portion of kinky erotica at a very special price.
“Sarai’s approach to ‘kink’ or BDSM can only be described as ecstatic and profound. Her descriptions of bondage, blindfolding, spanking and whipping manage to be hot yet dignified and respectful of everyone involved, conveying an insider’s knowledge. The varied sex scenes in these stories always seem to flow from the plot and the characters.” Jean Roberta , author of Obsession and Flight of the Black Swan
“If you love BDSM stories that reach into your darkest places and keep you on the edge of your seat, then you simply must give ‘Spank Me Again, Stranger’ a try.” – Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews (five stars)
“’Bangkok Noir’ grabs you from the opening paragraph and doesn’t let you go until the fade-out” – Tim - Two Lips Reviews (five kisses)
Excerpt from Just a Spanking – Rated R
“All right, Rebecca,” he says finally. “Kneel on the footstool and stretch your body across my legs.” I look up to find that he has placed one of the throw pillows on his lap. I understand that he wants a barrier between my body and his possible erection. Plus the cushion is too soft to provide much friction. Obviously he has planned this carefully. I would not have expected less from him.
I am awkward as I clamber onto the ottoman and spread my body across his lap. The ottoman is the perfect height. When I bend at the hip, my belly rests on the cushion and my ass is in air, just to the right of his body. I rest my chest on the chair to his left, cradling my head in my crossed arms. I’m not uncomfortable. I feel stable and well-supported.
“Thighs together. That’s right. Bring your knees closer to the chair. Good.” I comply as promptly as I can. The shift raises my butt higher. I’m totally accessible. Completely vulnerable.
It’s delicious.
Usually he warms me up when he’s about to spank me. He will stroke and knead my buttocks, then pinch me hard just as I am starting to relax. More often than not he’ll slip a blunt finger between my cheeks and swirl it around in my pussy. He’ll tell me what a pervert I am, to be so wet at the mere thought of being beaten. I’ll be torn between embarrassment and pride. I know that this is one reason why he wants me.
Tonight, though, the only warm up is more waiting. He doesn’t touch me, though I can feel his eyes like ghostly fingers on my exposed flesh. My cunt feels heavy and swollen, pressed against the cushion. I shift my position the tiniest bit and pleasure sparks from my clit to my nipples and back again in a maddening cycle.
“Be still,” he orders. “No squirming around. No humping the pillow. This is a spanking, pure and simple. You may yell or cry as much as you want. But I don’t want you to move. That will spoil it.”
There’s menace in his voice, and promise. We are about to embark on a new adventure together.
“Do you understand?”
I’m sure he feels me tremble as I nod, but he doesn’t chide me. Instead he brings the flat of his hand down hard on my ass.
“Ow!” I’m startled more than hurt. The sting races like a wildfire from my cheek to my clit. The swollen nub compressed between my thighs is a red hot coal. “Ouch!” Before the echoes die he lands another blow, sharp and precise, on the opposite mound. Brief pain flares before pleasure drowns it.
Smack! Smack! Each slap builds the heat. I barely have time to suck in a breath before he hits me again, his open palm walloping me with all of his considerable strength. He varies his targets, whacking one cheek, then the other, with an occasional fiery blow to the back of my thighs. Otherwise, he gives me no respite, just pummels my ass again and again and again.
Before long I’m yelling each time he connects. My skin feels raw. My whole ass burns. Fire spikes wherever his hand lands, a sudden jump against the background heat. I try my best not to shrink from his slaps, to fulfill my part of the bargain.
Real pain has long since overwhelmed the teasing sting of the first few spanks. Still, I’m turned on by the process, perhaps more by the thought than by the sensations. There’s a buzzing in my pussy, an itch that’s amplified each time he strikes. I arch my back the slightest bit, pressing my pelvis against the disappointingly puffy cushion.
Of course he notices. He reads my body like no one else. “Naughty slut!” he exclaims. Sharp blows rain down on my battered ass. “Be still! Don’t disappoint me.”
Guilt smothers the pain for an instant. I tighten my thighs, struggling to relieve the torment at my center.
“I guess I’ll just have to hit you harder,” he says, and follows through on his promise.
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Historical Erotic Romance Author Chat with Renee Rose, Natasha Blackthorne, & Normandie Alleman Friday, May 9, 7-9pmEST
Join us THIS Friday, May 9 from 7-9 EST at Coffee Time Romance for a chat about BDSM in the Bygone Days with Historical Erotic Romance Authors Renee Rose, Natasha Blackthorne, and myself.
We’ll be talking about our books, how we research them, how we got into writing historical romance and why. Join the party and ask questions! We’ll also have several prizes – I’ll be gifting a copy of Rescued by the Buccaneer and we’ll be giving away two $10 Amazon gift cards.
Author Chat
To chat you have to register first at Coffee Time Romance here. (It’s super easy!). The location of the chat will be at Coffee Time Romance on the Erotic E-loop here.
What better way to kick off the weekend? We hope to see you there!
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May 4, 2014
Rescued by the Buccaneer Blog Tour Kicks Off
This Monday the Rescued by the Buccaneer Blog Tour Kicks Off. Up for grabs to one random commenter along the tour is a $50 gift card to the winner’s choice of either Amazon or Barnes & Noble. The more stops you visit and comment the greater your chance to win! Feel free to leave a comment here and enter the Rafflecopter below.
Rescued by the Buccaneer
When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates. The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.
After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.
As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.
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Blog Tour Schedule
Visit the various stops on the blog tour for interviews, excerpts, and behind the scene tidbits about the writing of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy.
May 5: Kinky Vanilla Romance
May 6: Wickedly Wanton Tales
May 6: Just Jeannie’s Books and Bling
May 7: Dena Garson – Real… Hot… Romance
May 7: Angels with Attitude Book Reviews
May 8: For the Love of Bookends
May 8: Long and Short Reviews
May 9: Erotic Author Nancy Adams
May 12: All I Want and More
May 12: Melissa MacKinnon | Author
May 13: Deal Sharing Aunt
May 14: Erzabet’s Enchantments
May 14: A Book, A Beer, and A Dream
May 15: Mad In Wonderland Reviews
May 16: Doing Some Reading
May 19: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
May 20: Queen of the Night Reviews
May 20: Let’s Get BOOKED!
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May 1, 2014
Nibble on Lady Varney’s Risqué Business, A Regency Romp, out now from Cerise DeLand !
Lady Varney’s Risque Business is first in a collection of Regency Romps that Cerise DeLand will début this year!
When a proper lady of the ton takes on a new client in her risqué matchmaking business, she discovers that he has one decadent demand. Spend the night with him!
Lady Kitty Varney runs a discreet business to support herself and pay off her late husband’s gambling debts. When Viscount Justin Belmont appears in her parlor, Kitty’s latest client is the very man she was forbidden to marry years ago. Kitty questions if she can find Justin a woman worthy of him…and if she can bear to help him wed any other woman.
Then Justin lists his criteria for a wife and Kitty is shocked to learn she is among the few candidates suitable. He demands each candidate spend one night with him.
Can Kitty deny herself the chance to enjoy the charms of the man she’s never forgotten? Lady Varney’s risqué business might be her saving grace–but it may well become her undoing.
Your nibble of my newest cherry?
Here it is!
Excerpt
Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
Kitty stiffened her backbone, but felt no stronger than a floundering mackerel. How she took the circular staircase down to her drawing room was a mystery, given her knees of jelly.
“Buck up, Puss,” she chastised herself. She pulled open the double doors herself rather than call her butler and crowd the occasion with unnecessary others. She needed to look upon Justin Belmont at this particular moment alone.
And oh, my. Yes. To realize that the newly dubbed Viscount Belmont, American-born, Englishman by blood, nobleman now by adoption and the entail, was even more devastatingly handsome than a decade ago when the world seemed fresh and full of positive possibilities.
“My Lord Belmont.” Kitty sailed toward him where he stood before her fireplace, her expression, she hoped, one of civility. My lord, how can you shake my sanity so easily with that harsh look? That painful curiosity in your hazel eyes?
Here before her stood the man who had saved her from lascivious Frenchmen more than a decade ago. Huge and imposing as Satan then, he was now more muscular, his face more angular, his hair more raven against skin more pale. In clothes that were better tailored and more form-fitting than the loose linen shirts that once had flowed to his fingertips, he was now the epitome of a titled English gentleman. He gave no hint of the American privateer who had captured her body with his boldness, her mind with his intellect and her heart with his artless charm.
She walked forward, her gaze up at his imperial height, her hand out for him to take.
He touched her fingertips, his own cold as the grave. “Lady Varney. Kind of you to receive me.”
You don’t sound as though you think me kind. You sound…dismayed, appalled, even—dear god—disgusted that you are here.
“Please, my lord, do sit with me.” She nodded to one settee, and as he complied, she took the one facing him. His eyes, such a myriad of earthen colors, faceted in the lamplight of late afternoon. They flowed over her hair, her lips, her breasts, her fingers. Everywhere his gaze touched, her body pulsed, remembering how once he had looked at her with desire. Not this…this indifference. That sparked her to lie with her next words, “I am delighted you have come to see me.”
He did not even breathe as he said, “Are you now?”
“Of course,” she countered his challenge, but stayed true to her manners by adding, “I have heard of your recent good fortune.”
He cocked a long black brow. “When the news is published in the scandal sheets as well as the social notes, nothing in London is a secret.”
She licked her lower lip. “Very little.”
“But this service of yours,” he said with measured tone as he circled a hand in the air to denote her business, “this is a tidbit only the men of the ton share with each other.”
She hastened to agree. “Those who need help have found my—”
“Assistance? That is what you call your match-making, am I correct?” One corner of his mouth tipped up and she could not say if the move denoted humor or ruefulness. “Whatever your services, I need them.”
His directness had her fighting for a response.
“I hear you pride yourself on your knowledge of human nature,” he prodded her.
She lifted her chin. “Or to be exact, the nature of men.”
He barked in laughter. “If you knew that, dearest woman, you and I would not be sitting here.”
Should she show him the door? She bristled and sought to hold her ground, reprimand him, if she could. “You asked for this appointment, my lord.”
“It seemed the only way to see you,” he shot back.
“Perhaps I am mistaken, but I was under the impression that you requested a Sunday afternoon appointment because—”
“Because since my newfound status as a peer of the realm was announced in September, you have not invited me to any of your dinner parties.”
“Forgive me, but you really wished an invitation to dinner?” Incredulous at that conclusion, she felt a thrill sweep up her spine that he might indeed not seek a wife. “I—I am only recently out of my year of mourning for my husband, Justin, and those who may dine at my table with me do not include bachelors.”
“Especially bachelors whom you once knew? Ah, the rules of this blasted society!” He leaned forward, his gaze at once tender and yearning. “Kitty—”
“Please, sir, I am still Lady Varney to you.”
“You never were that to me. Besides, you just called me Justin.” His eyes twinkled.
“I did not!”
“Of course, you did.” He sat back, crossed one long leg over the other and seemed too well satisfied with himself to soothe her ruffled senses.
“We are here to discuss business,” she insisted with a hauteur that had him narrowing his gaze on her.
It was not a kindly glance, either, but the fierce glare he’d worn so long ago as he climbed over the sides of the French Cyr to rescue her from those bastards.
He blinked. Drew back and appraised her.
Good. At least we are now on firm footing. Two equals about to do business. Not two older people who had cared passionately for each other in their youth.
She tipped her head when he remained silent. “Please tell me what you wish.”
He set his jaw, never having cared for anyone to give him orders. “As you know, I am to inherit the Earl of Belmont’s titles and estates. He is ailing. Sadly, I might add. I have come to care for my uncle deeply in the past six years. When I first set foot in England eleven years ago, I must say I had no idea he and I would ever get on. But we did. Do. Save for one issue.”
Kitty nodded, knowing precisely the matter that divided them. Touchy subject though it was, she went on boldly, because that was her wont, because it was her business to be forthright and because she knew this man very well. Or once had. “He wants you to marry.”
Justin seemed to retreat even further into himself. His jaw firmed. His lips thinned. His large eyes turned to glittering stones. “He wishes me to marry an heiress with title, high social standing and a suitable dowry. To put a fine point on it, he wants the perfect woman.”
“The earl thinks appropriately. His titles are six hundred years old and his estates are numerous and bring in a sizeable sum each year.”
Justin snorted. “My uncle was right about you.”
Kitty felt what would come next would not be a compliment. “How so?”
“He declares there is not much you do not know about the peers of the realm, their income or their need for propriety.”
“To learn the genealogies of the famous one hundred families was a favorite pastime for a lonely little girl.”
His features softened to a genuine compassion that made her heart ache. “You were alone as a child?”
She swallowed, not wishing to remember her youth. “I do have one sister, younger by ten years. But our parents were preoccupied with society. Hence, the house was often cold and dark. But the library was a wonderful room, warm and full of enchanting tales. Not all of them were fiction.”
His mouth spread wide in a grin and her memory of how those lips felt on her own was one she told herself could not be so fresh after more than a decade. Yet, it was.
She tipped her head, unable to suppress a smile. “Please tell me about the kind of woman you wish me to seek for you.”
“Ah. Yes.” He scowled, his glittering eyes hard as glass. “First, she must be lovely.”
“Of course.” No less for such a striking man. Besides, a plain woman would be intimidated by a husband who was so damned handsome.
“Blonde.”
“Blonde?” Hair color was often listed by a man, but not usually this early in the discussion.
“Golden-haired.”
She shifted. That specific? “I see.”
“She must be a peer in her own right.”
Kitty knit her brows, recalling how her own barony of writ had been the lure to Henry. “Why is this important?”
“Her own blue-blood complements my lack. Since I was born on the wrong side of the blanket, a lady in deed secures my own legitimacy.”
Kitty’s mind was racing. How many single golden-haired ladies who were titled in their own right could she count? Four? Five?
“It also enhances the reputation of any of my offspring.”
“True. I had not thought of that.”
Looking innocent as a cherub, he lifted a palm. “You see my logic.”
“Certainly.” Dear god, a taskmaster. “What else might I add to her qualifications?” A huge dowry? That’s what the ton says the old Earl demands of you.
“She must be shorter than I. Talented at the piano forte. A good conversationalist.”
“Really, how interesting.” Her gaze wandered to her own French piano. She frowned and noted, “Most men would have asked that she be a wizard at cards.”
He chuckled.
“Most bachelors,” she ventured, “want to ensure they keep their money in the family.”
“Oh, never doubt, my dear Kitty, that I have other requirements perhaps more astonishing than not caring about my future wife’s ability at the card table.”
Oh, my. This was the point at which many men told her they wanted peculiar qualities in their spouse. She hadn’t expected any oddities from Justin. Would she be disillusioned as well as surprised? And even more jealous? “Do tell me what they are.”
“I want someone versed in the art of conjugal bliss.”
Was she gaping at him? “I’m sorry. I supposed, I mean, I presumed—”
“You thought I wanted a virgin?”
“I did. Most men do.”
“Not I.”
“Why ever not?” Was that her own shrill voice?
A grin flashed over his features. “I also want someone who has had a child.”
“A—?” Kitty blinked, clearing her impression of this man who now seemed suddenly so calculating. “Pardon me?”
“I need an heir. I need to be assured that the woman I marry can conceive and carry a child to term, birth him well and rear him. This means she must be of good constitution. After all, I will need not one child but at least two. Preferably three.”
“Three.”
“Children.”
Kitty could not believe her ears at his extraordinary list, but nodded and went on with the topic. “Raised by her, of course.”
“I want no fainting lily. No frail Bess. And no parade of nurses and governesses.”
“But surely, you need one,” she babbled, “ of each.”
“Of course. One governess. One nurse. And one loving mother.”
“I see.” Kitty began to have a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach that signaled either rage or a headache. Stress like this reminded her of verbal sparing with Henry who thankfully had gone to his Maker. The cure for that had been for her to run to her garden. Prune her roses. Trim her yews. At the moment, she could do neither, but deal with Justin and his demands. “You are being very specific.”
“I am.”
“Almost too much so.”
“Why do you say that?”
She rose to her feet, the sensation of standing so quickly made her head light. Airy. Euphoria had her swaying. So unexpected was this feeling that she walked toward the fireplace and put a steadying hand to the mantel. “Let me recount your requirements.”
He nodded as he sat in his chair, looking so infernally regal and congenial that she wanted to gather the fine lapels of his frockcoat in her fists and shake him. “Proceed.”
“You want a young woman, an heiress with wealth—”
He raised a hand to make her pause. “She need not be young. Too young and she is not useful to me as a wife who can bear children.”
“Quite. Shall we say that you want a seasoned woman? Yes?”
He nodded. “Go on.”
“Blonde. Golden-haired, specifically. Shorter than you, so then she must be five-feet-four or five inches tall. Good at the piano, in the assembly hall and the ballroom. Versed in the bedroom. A woman who has already borne a child and who wishes to bear more. She must also enjoy the process of raising them. Anything I have missed?”
He let his gaze drift up to her cap of golden curls, then down to lock on her eyes. “That is an excellent summary.”
She braced herself for what she was now about to say. “I have made matches for men for a long time.”
“Ever since you began to emerge from mourning for your husband.”
She gave Justin a small smile. Realizing he knew this about her was a delight. “Yes, and I have created some very fine marriages. Though not all of my couples have yet taken vows, those five who did, are very happy.”
Justin brushed imaginary lint from his trousers. “So I have heard.”
“But these requirements you list are unusual.”
“I am a very exacting man.”
“You are. Your friends declare it. I hear your tailor does, too. Your butler.”
“I shall have to reprimand my man for engaging in gossip,” he told her but his eyes and his lips quirked in amusement.
She tipped her head, unable to resist grinning at him and learning more. “Your butler is a good friend of my cook. They talk often.”
“To you as well, it seems.”
“My sources are legion. They help me with the work I do.” She raised her brows. “You must realize to match-make I need to know many facts about people.”
“A necessity of your occupation.” He winked at her, sending her back to days on his ship when she’d been so entranced by his charm.
She cleared her throat and returned to the subject of his visit. “Your list limits me severely.”
“I am aware of that.”
“There are few women who possess all the qualifications.”
He rose and came to stand before her.
So close now, she breathed his cologne. Smelled the mint on his breath. Admired the dimple in his left cheek and the facets of green and brown in his large heavy-lidded eyes. “In fact, there are only three women who meet all of your requirements.”
“Ah. But wait, you have not heard them all.”
“No? Preposterous! There is a very small pool of possible candidates, Justin. To add more requirements would be burdensome—”
“But my fortune will be very large. My homes, here and in the country, are grand estates. I will be married to this woman for many decades, and I need the best companion possible.” He frowned, very determined looking. “I have the right to declare to whom I shall be joined!”
“Precisely so, my lord, but we must be prudent.”
“You be prudent! I shall be as I am!”
His virulence shocked her.
“Your fees are high. I shall have whom I want! Who is best suited to me.” He strode closer and seized her arms, his powerful body dwarfing hers. Once his might had been comforting, but now, full of fury, his size made her wince. She had been intimidated by her husband far too often and she would not be by any man ever again.
She stiffened her spine. “Tell me your other requirements.”
“She must spend twenty-four hours with me at Belmont Manor.”
“Oh, I see.” She let out a breath, relieved. “You want her to visit.”
“No, I want her in my bed.”
Kitty blinked. “I…I’m sorry. You want her—?”
“Naked. I want to learn if she likes men. Me, to be exact.”
You can pick up your copy of Lady Varney’s Risque Business here:
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About the Author
An author acclaimed for her eloquence and scintillating tales of romance and suspense, Cerise DeLand writes historical and contemporary novels with spice and charm.
See http://www.cerisedeland.com and http://cerisedeland.blogspot.com
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April 28, 2014
Interview with Cassandra Dean, Author of Historical Erotic Romance
Please join me in welcoming Cassandra Dean to the blog today. First I had a few questions for this fabulous author of historical erotic romances, and then she gives me all the scoop on one of her most popular books. Cassandra will be giving away a signed Teach Me postcard and a Teach Me magnet to a random commenter at every stop, and one commenter on the tour will win the Grand Prize of a $15 Amazon gift card, a Teach Me mug, a signed Teach Me postcard, and a Teach Me magnet. (Open to International Entries) So be sure to leave a comment, enter the Rafflecopter, and you can see the rest of the tour schedule here.
Normandie: What was the inspiration behind this book?
Cassandra: The idea for TEACH ME happened while I was lucky enough to enjoy a three month holiday in Europe. I was sitting on a bus tour in Scotland, staring at the back of heads, when the scene that eventually became the epilogue of TEACH ME popped into my head. Well, I desperately scrambled for pen and paper and had a rough draft a couple of months later.
N: Which character spoke to you the most while you were writing this book or which was you favorite?
C: Ohhh, I can’t choose! I love Elizabeth and Malvern equally. They are both facets of my own personality and I feel such an intense kinship with them. That’s not weird, is it? I mean, they’re fictional. Heh.
N: When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
C: I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I can’t remember not wanting to be one, however I thought that path was for people way cooler than me.
One day, though, I found a romance writing group and with the encouragement of my friend and critique partner, Lucy Clark, I started to think maybe, just maybe, I was cool enough to become a writer.
N: Tell us about your favorite atmosphere for writing.
C: I like having the TV on in the background. Something about the drone switches my brain to ‘write’.
Apart from that, I’ll grab writing time wherever I can. Life’s pretty hectic, so if I can catch a twenty minute session on the train home from the day job, I’m pretty happy with that.
N: Tell us about your “discipline” for writing. Are you consistent – writing at the same time every day or do you write in spurts and stops?
C: Hahahahahaha! Oh…You were serious?
Totally not disciplined at all. I wish I was. Unfortunately, real life often intrudes so, as I’ve said above, I’ll grab my writing time wherever I can.
I find I write mostly at night. I’ve always been a night owl, so I’m at my most productive from about 10pm onwards. It wrecks havoc with my sleeping patterns, but I do get a lot done.
N: Do you have a project in the works that you’d like to tell us about?
C: Certainly! I’m currently working on the third in my Silk Series, SILK & SCARS, featuring a lady law scribe and a scarred duke, as well as the third and final book in my Diamond Series, EMERALD SEA, featuring a gunslinger and the lady who hires him, bent upon revenge. Finally, I’m working on my version of Sleeping Beauty for a new line of books from my publisher, Decadent Publishing.
N: How do you make yourself stand out in a competitive market?
C: I try to write the very best book I can. I think all we authors can do is write a ripsnorter of a tale and go from there. A very smart editor once said, the best promotion is your next book.
N: What do you do when you’re not writing?
C: I watch TV. I watch A LOT of TV. I read. I cook. I work the day job. Hang with family and friends.
Hmm. That’s pretty boring, isn’t it? Maybe I should make something up…
I save the world from an evil invasion of three-headed aliens from a distant planet on the other side of the universe with my band of trusty misfits, brought together by our grizzled old mentor and secretly funded by every government in the world.
Ah. That’s better.
N: What are you reading right now?
C: Right now I’m reliving books from my past, starting with Jude Deveraux, who was one of the very first romance authors I obsessed over.
N: What is your favorite color?
C: Wine red. I just love that colour.
N: Favorite food?
C: Ohhhh, so many! I’m on a bit of an Indian bender at the moment, and I love me a bit of garlic and cheese naan. Mmmmmm.
N: If you had to be stranded on a desert island – who is the one person you’d like to be stranded with, and what one luxury item would you like to have with you?
C: Macgyver. He’ll totally get us out of there with a palm frond and a rubber band.
Luxury item…hmm. Maybe a pilotable island like in the Imperial Leather ad from my childhood. I’d link to it, but I can’t find that ad anywhere. I’m sure it existed…
N: If you could be any animal what would it be? Why?
C: Oh man. Um. I don’t know…a cat? Because we’ve always had cats and I love them?
N: What is something readers would be surprised to learn about you?
C: I’m Australian. Yep, come from the land down under, peeps!
About Teach Me
Ever curious, Elizabeth, Viscountess Rocksley, has turned her curiosity to erotic pleasure. Three years a widow, she boldly employs the madam of a brothel for guidance but never had she expected her education to be conducted by a coldly handsome peer of the realm.
To the Earl of Malvern, the erotic tutelage of a skittish widow is little more than sport, however the woman he teaches is far from the mouse he expects. With her sly humor and insistent joy, Elizabeth obliterates all his expectations and he, unwillingly fascinated, can’t prevent his fall. Each more intrigued than they are willing to admit, Elizabeth and Malvern embark upon a tutelage that will challenge them, change them, come to mean everything to them…until a heartbreaking betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.
Excerpt
“I haven’t actually kissed that many men, so I was wondering if we could experiment. With kissing.” She looked at him, all that was expectant and eager. “What do you think?”
Malvern didn’t hasten to reply, much needed clarity arriving with her request. She wanted to kiss? Innocently kiss when he could instead pull down that thrice-damned bodice and encase her nipple with the wet heat of his mouth? Kissing was the appetizer to a meal, not the main course. But how was she to learn if he didn’t show her the error of her ways? “If you feel it will benefit your education, by all means, we should undertake it.”
Her brow creased, and he knew she wondered at his words. And then, she smiled.
Such a smile should not be so radiant. His heart, disturbingly, started to pound.
“Excellent.” She came toward him and, with little more than a soft touch, coaxed him to his feet. “So, how should we proceed?” Her gaze wandered to his mouth.
He ignored the rush in his ears. “Start, and if you require any instruction, I shall provide it.”
She nodded, her gaze still on his mouth. Her hand curled around the back of his neck and, lifting herself onto her toes, she touched her lips to his.
He restrained the shudder that threatened at her touch. Bloody hell, such a reaction was absurd. Slowly, she brushed her soft mouth against his, her lips parted, her breath whispering over him. His already laboring heart grew worse, setting his blood to thrum through his veins.
The response was incommensurate to such a pedestrian embrace. Remaining still, he fought to give lie to his reaction, to pretend she had not just reduced him to a green boy with nothing more than her lips upon his.
You can pick up your copy of Teach Me today:
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About the Author
Cassandra grew up daydreaming, inventing fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures. Once she learned to read (First phrase – To the Beach. True story), she was never without a book, reading of other people’s fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures.
Fairy tales, Famous Fives, fantasies and fancies; horror stories, gumshoe detectives, science fiction; Cassandra read it all. Then she discovered Romance and a true passion was born.
So, once upon a time, after making a slight detour into the world of finance, Cassandra tried her hand at writing. After a brief foray into horror, she couldn’t discount her true passion. She started to write Romance and fell head over heels.
The love affair exists to this very day.
Cassandra lives in Adelaide, South Australia.
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