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Published on March 11, 2014 05:57

Saturday Spankings from Yet Another Pirate!

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing another snippet from my new release. Rescued by the Buccaneer is the first book in the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy. More about this BDSM historical erotic romance…

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.

In this scene Frederica and Gaston have been locked up by Captain Humphrey aboard the Neptune’s Damnation and Gaston blames her for what has happened.

Excerpt

Gaston sat on a crate in the corner and twisted her body over his knee.

Stop! What are you doing?” she shrieked.

He pulled up her skirts. “Punishing you.”

“For what?” She struggled under his grip, but he was stronger than she was, and her efforts did little good.

“For being such an insolent brat.”

“Don’t you dare!” she squealed, kicking her legs. “Unhand me this instant!”

He laughed. “Why? What will you do?”

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Published on March 07, 2014 20:25

Live Fast, Die Young – Rock Me Gently by HK Carlton

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Live Fast, Die Young —

The classic rock star motto, right.

Were you one of those teenagers with the glossy posters wallpapering every inch of your bedroom? Did you crank up the tunes when you were all alone and sing into your hairbrush in front of the full-length mirror? Fantasize a complete air guitar set, to rival the likes of Eddie VanHalen or Jon BonJovi. Did you dream of living the life?

Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, trashed hotel rooms and an endless stream of fawning strangers willing to do anything for a moment of your time. Travelling the world, making money hand over fist. Houses, cars…the world at your feet.

It was Jason Westlake’s dream too. And he made it, as Jase West. He had it all; the talent, the fame, the cash, the ladies, the houses and cars. Until one day, he took a good look around and he no longer liked the man he’d become. All of his friends were either incarcerated or dead. His life was one non-stop hazy binge of coke-fuelled sets, bright lights; screaming fans; continuous promiscuity and endless travel. It was a no-brainer; he had to stop before the next premature pharmaceutically-aided accidental death was his own. Creating the music had at one time been the most important thing in his life. He’d lost the heart for it and lost himself in the process.

Unfinished lyrics from the whiskey soaked scrap of paper next to Jase West’s rumpled bed…

Life is the road

Another town, one more sold out show

Amazing highs, tremendous fucking lows

But it’s not real; ill-u-sion, not re-al-ity

I have to change, yeah

To face head on and find a better me

With no regrets I’ll leave it all beh-ind, yeah

Within me I will find the strength to live again

My whole world changed

The rules, the hours; nothing is the same

Like being born again I rise and fa-all

Without my music I am lost, I cannot see

It is my soul,

The very thing inside, that makes up me

I write my thoughts and heart in tune, in so-ong

Forever lost, astray, off course, I’m spi-ral-ling…

Jase West/Jason Westlake ©Copyright HK Carlton 2014

Rock Me Gently
Blurb:

Rock-god Jase West has it all. Millions of adoring fans around the globe, money, women, cars and the talent that afforded him the extravagant lifestyle he enjoys. Until one day, when he takes a good look at himself and doesn’t like what he sees.

After fulfilling his contractual obligations, Jase quits the music business and goes back to school. Re-emerging as Jason Westlake, history teacher.

During Jason’s first set of parent-teacher interviews, he meets Lainey Clarkson, the single mother of one of his students, and he is immediately drawn to her. But Lainey is in the midst of a nasty divorce from a semi-famous pro football player and the last thing she wants is a relationship, especially with someone who is, or has been, in the limelight. However, Jason is pleasantly surprised to find that Lainey has no idea of his alter ego Jase West and decides to keep his celebrity status a secret for the time being until she falls for him. Reasoning that by then it will be too late for her to just walk away.

But when Lainey finds out that she has been lied to and manipulated again, Jason has to put on the performance of his life to win her back. Or for once, will the guy who’s used to getting everything lose out on the best thing that’s ever happened to him?

Excerpt:
Chapter One

Jason Westlake waited for his last parent-teacher interview of the day. Not bad for his first round of conferences as a teacher. He looked around his classroom in awe. What a different direction his life had taken in the last few years.

Six years ago he had been living the rock star lifestyle. On the road, a different girl every night, if he’d so chosen. Drugs, booze, anything for the taking. No one to say no to him. He could do, say, have, anything he wanted. Sounded like a dream for any guy. And it had been a complete blast for a while. Then one day he had looked in the mirror and he hadn’t even recognized himself. All his friends had gone, either dead, in prison or in rehab. He couldn’t do it anymore. He was tired. His body just couldn’t take the constant abuse any longer. So he’d finished up the contractual obligations that he had to honor and then he’d quit. Cold turkey. Gone home to his parents’ house in Florida, dried out and hid out for a month until his father had demanded that he go and address the press who’d been camped outside the whole time waiting for him to make some kind of formal statement or to snap just one picture of him that they could sell to the tabloids for millions.

He’d done a lot of soul searching in that month while enjoying his mom’s home cooking and the way she had doted on him and supported him even when she thought he was being a dick. And he knew that he had been. But she had always been on his side. He knew she was proud of him but he also knew that she could be prouder. So, he’d thrown on a ripped T-shirt and gone outside, with his overlong hair and sunglasses, and announced to the world that he was finished with the music business and going back to school to be a teacher. It wasn’t what he’d intended to say, he hadn’t even consciously thought it until it was out of his mouth. He’d once toyed with the idea of being an educator. Once. In, like, fifth grade when he had a teacher that actually took him seriously and treated him like a human being instead of some dumb kid. He even felt comfortable enough to share that he wanted to play guitar and maybe even sing when he grew up.

Mr Dempster. Jason still remembered his name. The one person besides his mom who had taken the time to listen and tell him he was good. And come on, how could he trust that his mom was telling the truth when she always made it seem like he was the best at everything? Mr D reassured Jason that he could be anything he set his mind to and doing something you loved was always the best route.

That kind of lasting impression was exactly what Jason hoped to inspire in his own students.

Then, at fifteen, Jase and some buddies had put a band together. The girls had gone wild when they found out he was in a band. From that moment on he’d eaten, slept and breathed music. Against all odds, they’d actually made it.

Band members came and went. By the end, he had been the only founding member of the original five, and even then he’d thrown in the towel. Living the dream had its ups, but its downs could be killer. He’d seen it more times than he’d care to admit and realized he didn’t want to die that way, without having lived. That kind of existence wasn’t living in the real world. It was deceptive. It was all an illusion. He’d walked out that day to make a statement to the press as Jase West and he’d walked back into his parents’ house, the same way he’d been born into it, as Jason Westlake.

“Excuse me? Oh, I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room.” A lovely brunette, in a floral print dress, ducked into his classroom, bringing him out of his reverie. She glanced down at the sheet of paper in her hand.

“What room were you looking for?” he asked, smiling as he approached her, fully intending to point the pretty lady in the right direction.

“I was looking for the history department and a Mr Westlake?”

He grinned widely. “You found him.” He was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t already know who he was. There had been some press. It had died down considerably but it’d still made the local papers that the one-time rock star had settled down in a suburb near his parents to teach. The principal had warned him the day he hired him that if he created any negative media that threatened the school’s good name and reputation in any way, that he would have no problem firing Jason on the spot. He was forewarned and understood completely. The tabloids could be relentless and entirely false.

Her vivid green eyes widened slightly. “Oh,” she breathed on a laugh. “I wasn’t… Huh… Jilly didn’…”

She was flustered and he was delighted by her reaction. It had been a while since he’d had quite that effect on a woman who looked like Jill’s mom. It felt good. A guy didn’t attract as many screaming girls when his daily uniform was a three-piece suit and not a guitar and a cigarette. He would never have guessed that this was Jill’s mom.

Jill was the quintessential all-American, girl-next-door-looking kid. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Whereas her mother had rich-looking, long, thick, wavy dark hair that he’d love to get his hands tangled in, and dramatic green eyes.

“You were expecting someone older I suspect. I know they call me Old Man Westlake. But they only do it ‘cause they know I’m just a little bit vain and it bugs me. It just makes them do it all the more,” he confided. “You must be Jillian’s mom.” He offered his hand. She placed her smaller one in his. A current of electricity shot through him. Now he was flustered. His smile slipped a little as she continued to stare up at him. He felt a small tremor run through her or maybe it was him. “Mrs Markham.”

Taking a step backward, she removed her hand from his grasp and her mouth tightened. Body Language 101—he’d just said something wrong.

“It’s Clarkson,” she said, tersely. He’d seen the same look cross her daughter’s face a time or two.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He wanted to smack his own forehead. Jill’s parents were getting divorced—he knew that. Jill had been having a difficult time with the situation. He’d overheard her talking to her friends about it. Only recently had she begun to open up and smile again. “I knew that. I apologize again, Ms Clarkson. I should have been more prepared.” God, she had him floundering. Not something Jase West was used, but Jason Westlake was quickly remembering the feeling

Rock Me Gently is available now at Totally Bound

General Release March 7, 2014

Will list links HERE as they become available.

Thank you for having me back, Normandie! Rock On!

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Published on March 06, 2014 20:29

New Release – Rescued by the Buccaneer!

My new Book, Rescued by the Buccaneer has been released! It is the first book in historical erotic romance The Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy.

Blurb

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.

You can pick up your copy of Rescued by the Buccaneer today!

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What are people saying about Rescued by the Buccaneer?

“I have become an avid fan of [Normandie Alleman’s] reading everything by her. She is definitely one of my top 5 favorite authors. When she told me she was writing a historical pirate trilogy I was intrigued. I usually despise anything historical but I wanted to see if Normandie remained herself when writing this. By adding a strong personality and a sprinkle of humor, she does just that!…I loved Rescued By The Buccaneer because it has a strong buildup that will lead you into wanting to read the rest of the trilogy. Book One is mostly the buildup to let you know about the characters and their various personalities. I look forward to reading Book Two, Bound By The Buccaneer later this year!” ~Felicity Mad Gypsy in Wonderland *****5 Stars!

“The author did a great job of keeping the reader interested from the very beginning. Well written and just a hot sexy read. This is a great beginning to a new series. Can’t wait to see what Normandie Alleman has in store for us next.” ~Dsaraceni *****5 Stars!

“The lead female character, Frederica, is such a strong woman and I loved her from the start. Tough when she needs to be, which unfortunately was quite often, but then open and appreciative of life and it’s adventures as well. Gaston is her hero, in more ways than one, and even though he has had his heart closed off for many years he just can not resist Freddie. This is a great beginning to a trilogy and I am looking forward to the next one!” ~SH *****5 Stars!

Excerpt

Reluctantly, she tiptoed across the small space until she was just out of reach.

“Lift up your skirts.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Excuse me, sir?”

“Are ye hard of hearing?”

“No,” she squeaked.

“Then lift up your bloody skirts!” he bellowed.

Fighting back tears, she gathered her skirt and petticoats in her arms and lifted them up.

“‘At’s more like it,” he said and reached for her.

She instinctively took a step backwards, but he was too fast for her, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her over his lap. Within seconds she was slung over his knee.

“Eeeh! What are you doing? Let me go!” She tried to wiggle free, but she was restrained by his big burly arms.

“Kindly shut yer yap, or ye’ll be getting the worst of it.”

Humiliation coursed through her, and the cold air on her bottom reminded her that her bare ass was exposed to this man she barely knew. A rough, calloused hand scraped across the tender flesh of her ass, followed by a hard slap to her rear. The pain almost made her forget the humiliation. Almost.

She whimpered.

“I’ll have ye take yer punishment quietly or ye will earn double the strokes.”

Another smack, this one harder, landed on her cheeks.

She groaned.

“What did I tell ye?” Thwack! The next blow landed even harder, as if to drive his point home. This time she bit down a knuckle, hoping to muffle her cries.

“Better. This ass is getting mighty red,” he chuckled.

With each smack, she fought to hold back her cries. But her posterior stung, and water welled in her eyes.

“You’re doing better. Lie there and take your punishment like a good girl,” he crooned, swatting her ass again. And again.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped.

Though he loosened his grip on her, she was too wrung out to move.

“I’m the one who’s in charge here, girl.”

“You are, sir,” she mumbled, dazed.

“That’s right. I own you, pretty little slave.”

“Yes, sir.” It was as if her head were filled with clouds, and she was so relieved that he’d stopped swatting her she just wanted to stay there, in the strangely happy space where the spanking had taken place.

When he slid his hand up her inner thigh between her legs, her brain urged her to protest. A slight, “Umm” was all she could manage.

“What was that?” he asked in a taunting voice.

“Nothing, sir.” Frederica felt as though she were in an altered state. Deep inside, something told her she should stop him, but at the same time, she was curious about what he would do to her next.

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Published on March 06, 2014 14:54

Talking about Taming Megan with Natasha Knight

Today while I’m having my friend Natasha Knight over to talk about her new release, and I’ll be over at Celeste Jones’ place talking about mine (Rescued by the Buccaneer) if you’d like to stop by. Welcome Natasha!

Thanks for having me here today Normandie! I wanted to share a short excerpt from my new release, Taming Megan, which is a spanking erotic romance. Jake and Megan are newlyweds and domestic discipline is a part of their marriage, but although Jake is experienced, Megan is new to spanking altogether. And new to many things… In this scene, Jake is preparing her bottom for penetration – another first for Megan. Just to set it up, Megan is waiting for Jake in his study wearing only her panties and kneeling on the floor.

Excerpt

When the door opened some time later, Megan didn’t lift her eyes to his. Instead, she brought her gaze to the tips of his cowboy boots, and then, when he stepped closer, to the end of the riding crop he held. She swallowed then and slowly raised her gaze to find him shirtless, his eyes dark, aroused, his expression something other.

“Stand up, Megan,” Jake said.

She rose quietly, knowing not to speak, not having a thing to say.

“Hold opposite elbows behind your back when you’re unsure what to do with your hands.”

She did, grateful for the instruction. Her eyes fell once again on that crop with its rectangular end. She could almost smell the leather of the thing. It was new; at least she’d not seen it before.

“Eyes on me, Meg.” She met his eyes, blinking several times. If he had asked her what she felt at that precise moment, she would have been unable to tell him. Her mind was blank. “You know what I want to do tonight, Megan?” he asked.

She shook her head no.

“Answer me with words please.” His tone was so different than when he spoke to her normally.

“No, sir.”

He smiled, clearly pleased.

“I want to prepare you,” he said, taking something out of his pocket and holding it up to her.

She looked at it, understanding what he meant by preparing her. Her sex throbbed at the thought of it.

He walked around her, setting the crop on the desk and bringing a small, low wooden bench to place before her.

“Bend forward and place your hands on the bench,” he said. “Legs wide. Hollow out your back and lift your hips.”

He moved behind her as she assumed the position he required of her. She took it without hesitation, lifting her bottom high, presenting it to him, offering it to him.

“Take your panties down to your knees,” he said.

She imagined his face as she reached back and pulled her panties down to expose her bottom.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick. She felt cool drops of what she assumed was lubricant poured onto the top of the cleft between her cheeks. “I’ve never had you here, Megan,” he said, one finger dipping into the stuff and sliding downward toward her bottom hole, circling it slowly, softly. “I’ve never taken you here but I think it’s time.” Two fingers now worked the tight hole, the sensation foreign and strange but not unpleasant, especially when with his other hand, he found her clit and began to rub.

Her breath grew ragged and when he pressed then slid the tip of one finger into her back hole, she gasped, stiffening. “Jake.”

Taming Megan

Jake Roark is the husband Megan never dreamed she could have—handsome, responsible, kind-hearted, and so much more. Before she ever said her wedding vows, though, she also knew that he was traditional enough to take a misbehaving wife in hand. When the bad habits from the wild life she led before she met Jake begin to resurface, Megan soon finds herself over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.

Jake’s firm hand and old-fashioned ways only increase her love for him, but when a mistake from the past is suddenly thrust into the forefront of her life and her marriage, will Jake’s love for Megan be strong enough to keep her in his arms forever, no matter what he learns about her?[image error]

Publisher’s Note: Taming Megan is a stand-alone sequel to Taming Emma. It is an erotic romance novel that contains graphic sexual scenes, anal play, and spankings, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Published on March 05, 2014 20:59

BDSM Dungeon Crawl with the Buccaneer

Welcome to the Dungeon Crawl – the awesome new weekly BDSM hop! After your stop here please visit the other participants below for more delightfully decadent fun.

The first book in the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy – Rescued by the Buccaneer – has now been released! Today I’m sharing one of my favorite scenes, an excerpt in which Frederica’s French liberator, Gaston has mixed feelings about taking the virginity of his new charge.

Excerpt

She opened her eyes and saw Gaston looking at her.

“By God, but you are lovely,” he said before finding her mouth with his. He claimed her lips, capturing them between his, the curve of his tongue in her mouth made her tingle all over. He tasted of rum and salt, and she wanted to devour every bit of him.

She pulled him to her and explored his body with her sandy fingers, his taut muscles rippling under her touch. Floating under her nose, his masculine scent was intoxicating as she ran her hand over his chest, then his stomach.

Without warning he grabbed her wrists and immobilized them above her head leaving her at his mercy and panting for more.

His tongue skimmed her teeth and he sucked her bottom lip between his. He held her wrists in one hand and cupped her breast with the palm of the other. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she felt his tongue flick across her nipple. A moan escaped her throat and she clutched him to her. This forbidden pleasure was an ecstasy new to her, but she wanted more of it.

He positioned himself on top of her and ground his pelvis against hers. Something hard poked into her lower abdomen. “What is that?” she asked, surprised.

Chuckling softly into her ear, he nipped at her neck and guided her hand between his legs. He wrapped her fingers around his erection.

Frederica pulled back and looked down at his cock. “It looks awfully different than it did this morning,” she said nervously.

“Aye, I’ll wager it does,” he laughed and went back to kissing her.

“And that will go inside me? Are you sure it won’t hurt?” She blurted out, alarm bells sounding in her head.

He leaned back and inspected her. “Damnation! I forgot you haven’t done this before.”

She shook her head.

“Just my luck to be marooned with a bloody virgin!” he cursed then stood up and brushed the sand off his legs.

Sitting up, she tried to cover herself by crossing her arms over her chest, heat traveling from her sex to her cheeks. She blinked back tears, not wanting him to see her humiliation.

He rifled through the sopping wad of clothing, untying his breeches and putting them on. Taking a long draw on the flask, he handed it to her.

She took a sip and placed it back into his waiting hand.

“Untie the rest of these, set them out to dry then find some kindling we may use for a fire.” He donned his boots and headed towards the palm-filled brush.

“Wait! Where are you going?” She slammed her fists in the sand.

“To scout the area. Find food.” He called over his shoulder, not even bothering to look at her.

Frederica yanked the knots out of the wet chain of cloth. It wasn’t her fault she was a virgin. What did he expect? Surely he’d known that, she’d told him as much. Now he’d gotten her all excited, and then left her there alone. The bastard.

All because her honor was intact. Because she was a virgin, which was precisely what was expected of her. What an insensitive scoundrel! She picked up a clump of wet sand and hurled it at the ocean.

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.

You can pick up your copy of Rescued by the Buccaneer today!

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Published on March 05, 2014 04:33

My Writing Process – Percolation Required #AmWriting

Thanks to Katherine Deane for tagging me in this Writing Process Blog Hop!

I’ve only been writing for a few years, and I’m just now hitting my stride with writing daily (or almost daily) and really focusing on writing as a full-time career.

1. What am I working on?

I’m editing the second Daddy’s Girl book, Daddy’s Game and writing the second book in the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy. (The first one Rescued by the Buccaneer was released yesterday!)

2. How does my work differ from others in its genre?

Well my series differ because the Daddy’s Girl series focus on couples with who have a D/s relationship that involves a Daddy Dom and his little girl. The series is about a group of girls who have an informal Daddy’s Girl club and each book focuses on the relationship of one of the club members.

My pirate series is different because I’m not aware of any other pirate romances that involve BDSM relationships. It may be BDSM-lite to some with mostly spanking and bondage but as Frederica and Gaston’s relationship develops they get into kinkier stuff in later books. I’m currently writing a gang bang scene and you just might see some candle wax and more elaborate bondage.

Also, I came to writing in this genre without being a big consumer of it. For the most part I’ve always read mysteries and thrillers so I just write and I don’t always know what I’m “supposed to do”, so I think that keeps my stories fresh and not tainted by having read hundreds of romances. Plus I’m a psychologist so that brings a unique flavor to my work. I’m fascinated by human nature and why my characters do things, and I think that comes across in my work.

3. Why do I write what I do?

Ever since I can remember I was telling my friends sex stories then a few years ago I fell in love and got re-married. While my new husband was overseas I started writing sexy stories. At the time I was a blogger and one day he told me that my sexy stories were better than my non-fiction writing. After being slightly offended I realized he meant it as a compliment and I submitted some shorter pieces and had them published. I found that I loved writing erotica and erotic romance and I think it’s a great fit for my writing.

4. How does my writing process work?

I get an idea in my head and then I let it percolate while I’m writing other things. I usually have at least three or four stories that my mind is working on. Then I will get ideas for scenes, plot points, and character details and I take notes on them. When the story is about 75% figured out I start writing.

Some stories come to me quicker than others and more more completely. The pirate trilogy, for example came to me in record time. In a matter of days I had a rough outline for six books, broken down into two trilogies. I come up with ideas for each of them all the time. While I’m not terribly detailed in my outlines, it helps when crafting a series to know what is going to be revealed in each book, and to tie all the books together with different threads.

Sometimes other stories try to muscle their way in while I’m working on something else. While I was writing the second Daddy’s Girl book, which is the story of Carmen and her football player boyfriend Natron Dakers, I couldn’t get Charmaine and her story out of my mind. Her book will be the next one – the third Daddy’s Girl book. So once I’ve finished the pirate trilogy her story should be rather quick to write.

We have a houseful of kids and they keep me super busy so I try to write close to 2000 words a day or edit several chapters a day, but sometime life gets in the way. Whenever I get discouraged about my productivity I remind myself that my the little ones will be out of the house before I know it and to enjoy them while they’re at home. Once they grow up I’ll have plenty enough time to write more. For now I do the best I can and value what time I have to write.

Thanks for stopping by to read about my process. Next week you can read about the writing process of my friend HK Carlton.

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of historical, contemporary, and erotic romance.

Her website:
http://pickagenrealready.blogspot.ca

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Published on March 04, 2014 04:54

Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire #BookBlast

Take a trip to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig!

Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn

Skye Warren – Wanderlust

Claire Thompson – Enslaved

Cari Silverwood – Take Me Break Me

Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object

Aleatha Romig – Consequences

Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip

Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain

Jasmine Haynes – Take Your Pleasure

Eliza Gayle – Play With Me

Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess

CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark

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Excerpt from Consequences by Aleatha Romig

One evening, Catherine told Claire that Mr. Rawlings wouldn’t be home until late. Claire didn’t like vague terms like late. Normally she would wait in her suite to see if he came to her, but the day was scorching and she knew late could mean not at all. With the sunset, she decided to take a swim.

Walking to the pool, Claire realized she rarely ventured out of her suite at night. The house seemed eerily quiet, like a museum after closing. The staff were mostly retired to their rooms and the lights were low. Her flip-flops echoed as she stepped onto the marble floor at the base of the staircase. After four months, Claire didn’t need lights; she knew her way through the arches and into the sitting room. She paused at the windows and looked out to the pool. The water changed from pink to green to yellow to purple to blue to clear and back to pink. The deck lights were off, creating the illusion of a colorful abyss engulfed in complete darkness. She considered turning on the deck lights and decided against it.

Stepping into the summer night, the air sat heavy and still. The contrast from the air conditioning reminded her why she stayed indoors all day. Looking toward heaven she knew she made the right decision about the lights. The velvety sky glistened with a million stars. The water enveloped her body as she walked down the steps, its temperature barely varied from the air and she quickly submerged herself. After swimming a few laps she floated on her back, watching the sky and thinking about constellations. Suddenly, Claire froze.

Deep in thought and enjoying the stars, she realized Tony was standing at the edge of the pool. He’d been speaking, but her ears were submerged and she couldn’t hear him. Seeing his silhouette from the lights of the fountain startled her. She lifted her head out of the water to clear her ears and began to tread water.

“Tony, you startled me. Catherine said you wouldn’t be home until late.” She couldn’t see his eyes. She waited for him to respond. He stood in silence for a moment; she thought about talking. While she debated, he walked to a chair hidden in darkness. When he returned she could only see his silhouette but knew he was now nude.

Still not speaking, Tony dove into the pool. He swam up to Claire and wrapped his arms around her. Within seconds, Claire’s bathing suit disappeared. His actions were fast and rough. Their mouths united as their tongues wildly searched for one another. He moved from her lips to the nape of her neck and all places in between. The pool depth allowed Tony to touch but not Claire. She wrapped her legs around his torso, allowing him to support her. He continued to nuzzle her neck, lifting her body so her round supple breasts found his lips. His kisses became nips and he gently bit the tips of her hard nipples. Claire groaned with pleasure.

His hurried movements caused his bristled face to scratch her soft skin. However, the pain of his beard was quickly forgotten as the pleasure from his touch filled her consciousness. His mouth tantalized and his hands explored. Claire’s back arched as she pressed her breasts toward his mouth and wrapped her fingers in his wet hair. In the silence of the country night her moans echoed as her body convulsed. Though the night was hot, Claire’s arms and legs cloaked with goose bumps.

Tony eventually led Claire out of the pool, onto a chaise lounge. He resumed his exploration but not with his hands. They still hadn’t spoken. Claire’s mind teetered between the cognizant he doesn’t seem upset and the unconscious ecstasy. His actions slowed, became more deliberate and sensual, causing sensations deep inside of her. She held on to his massive shoulders and accepted everything he had to offer.

The carnal heat intensified by the night’s humidity instigated perspiration. Claire tasted it as her lips and tongue seduced his neck. The salty sweat mixed with chlorine creating an amazing potion. When he finished they were both moist, more from one another than the pool.

Panting, they lay still, listening to the cicadas and crickets. Finally, with a grin, Tony spoke, “Good evening, Claire.” His eyes were soft suede brown. “I wasn’t happy when you weren’t in your suite.” Claire started to speak but stopped as Tony’s finger lightly touched her lips. “But your idea of a swim on this hot evening was much better than what I planned.”

Claire smiled. They moved back into the water to cool off, but found that even in the water they had problems staying cool.

About the Authors:

Thank you for considering MAKE ME: Twelve tales of dark desire. We hope you enjoy your trip! Please check out the contributing authors to find out more about their books and upcoming events.

Aleatha Romig – Consequences

Skye Warren – Wanderlust

Eliza Gayle – Play With Me

Cari Silverwood – Take Me, Break Me

Jasmine Haynes – Take Your Pleasure

Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn

Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object

Claire Thompson – Enslaved

Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain

Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip

Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess

CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark

For release week only, this set will cost 99 cents. These full-length e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This set will only be available for a limited time, so order your copy now!

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Published on March 02, 2014 21:01

#SatSpanks from the Evil Captain Humphrey

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing another snippet from my upcoming BDSM historical erotic romance “Rescued by the Buccaneer”. The expected release date is this Monday, March 3!

In this scene Frederica, a young Englishwoman is being chastised by the evil Pirate Captain Humphrey who has taken her prisoner and made her his slave aboard the Neptune’s Damnation. If you missed it you can read last week’s scene here.

Excerpt

Another smack, this one harder, landed on her cheeks.

She groaned.

“What did I tell ye?” The next blow landed even harder as if to drive his point home.

Thwack! This time she bit down a knuckle, hoping to muffle her cries.

“Better. This ass is getting mighty red,” he chuckled.

With each smack, she fought to hold back her screams. Her posterior stung, and water welled in her eyes.

“You’re doing better. Lie there and take your punishment like a good girl,” he crooned, swatting her ass again.

Check back Monday for more information and buy links for Rescued by the Buccaneer!

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Published on February 28, 2014 20:50

Cover Reveal – Rescued by the Buccaneer

Yay! We have a cover for Rescued by the Buccaneer and I love it. The artwork is gorgeous, and I’m BA-nanas over the fonts. Big thanks to my talented cover designer Korey Mae Johnson at Stormy Night Publications.

Check out my recent blog posts for excerpts and snippets from this upcoming release. I’ll be sharing buy links as soon as I get them. We think it will be released on Monday, March 3 so stay tuned!

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