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Launch Party for The Professor’s Plaything This Weekend!

Join us this Sunday from 6-10 pm EST for a fun Facebook Party to celebrate my new Release “The Professor’s Plaything“. There will be lots of fun games and prizes (including two $50 Amazon Gift Cards). We will be hosted by Chelsea the vivacious social butterfly from Chelsea Author Promotions.

Click here or on the above banner to sign up. Then tell your friends. The more the merrier! See you there.

xo,

~Normandie

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#SatSpanks – The Professor’s Plaything

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today we’ve got a spanking coming from the Professor in “The Professor’s Plaything”. I took a lot of heat last time for sharing too short of a snippet so I’ll use every bit of space I can get away with here today. If you recall, college student Colette thought the Professor was kidding when he told her she deserved a spanking earlier. Now she’s going to find out what he’s really capable of.

She struggled to shake him off. “What are you doing?”

Planting one foot on the step above, he turned her over his knee and held her there with strong arms.

Colette screeched. “Stop! No!”

“I’m giving you that spanking you deserve,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No-ho-ho!” she protested.

The palm of his hand landed on the edge of her ass. Thankfully, she wore a one-piece outfit that protected her doomed bottom. But it didn’t matter, because he pushed the fabric aside, exposing her cheek and slapped the only place not covered by her romper.

The Professor’s Plaything

She’ll loosen him up, and he’ll tie her down.

Twenty-one year old Colette Ellis has done plenty of daydreaming about Professor John McGill, but after a spur-of-the-moment decision to seduce him in his office turns her fantasies into reality, she is left longing for more.

She soon learns that this handsome academic can be as firm as he is passionate, and when her bratty behavior earns her a sound spanking she sees a side of him she never expected. Before she knows it, the beautiful young woman finds herself tied up at his mercy, naked, exposed, and more aroused than she could have ever imagined. As she grows closer to him, she cannot help but wonder how long this can last. Could John come to see her as more than just a naughty coed?

John has never fallen for a student… until now. There is something different about Colette, something that brings him alive in a way he has never felt before. Can he dare to hope that she is  after more than just a fling?

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Interview with Daizie Draper – Sorority Pledge Saga

Today I’m welcoming the enticing Daizie Draper to my blog. She was nice enough to stop by, talk about her “Sorority Pledge” Series, and answer some questions for us…

What was the inspiration behind this book?

This chimeric spanko freak in college, who already knows she’s submissive, jumped into my head and begged me to find her a dominant, sweetie pie. But their romance has bumps and dark turns, along with the heat and passion, which take them both by surprise.

A lot of the M/f  BDSM romances have the sub clueless about her submission, where she has to be awakened to it. It was bugging me that it was so prevalent, or at least, in books I kept coming across. Some people just know how they are and don’t need that jolt or a song and dance of seduction to convince them they’re not vanilla. And I liked the idea of an inexperienced girl already being fascinated by spanking and already knowing exactly what she wants and needs before ever being fully intimate with a guy. Addison learned a lot about sex from spying on her neighbors when she was nine, and she noticed the dissatisfaction of the husband and decided way back then, that she’d never settle for less than what she truly wanted. And what she wants more than anything is a Dom to please and submit to.

She connects instantly with Logan, a junior at her college, when he spanks her for chucking eggs at his mansion on Halloween at the demand of her sorority, and she has to have him.

Which character spoke to you the most while you were writing this book or which was your favorite?

They both speak to me, but mostly Addison does at this time. She tapped my shoulder first and told me her secrets. My 10-novella saga, Sorority Pledge, is told through her voice, so I hear her more, but Logan will get his own one-off book of fulfilled fantasies called My Sorority Pet. He’s already whispering dirty things to me for his turn. I can’t wait! The more I know him, the sexier he gets.

Tell us about your favorite atmosphere for writing. 

I like it quiet, especially now that I’m writing erotic romance. And I also can’t write anything at all with people around. Haha. I need to be in a zone, and once I’m there, I get kind of annoyed by the little things that yank me out of it, like people stopping by unexpectedly. When I’m in my writing space, I like to just go, and when I have to put it off, I can lose some of the raw essence. I’ll sometimes wake up at 3 a.m. to write if I start visualizing scenes while I’m in bed.

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? 

I write in spurts. I tried having a daily goal, but I don’t come up with the best stuff this way. I wrote the first 40,000 words of this series in three days though. The idea hit me in a rush, and I just went with it. From the beginning, I knew this would be a fun-filled, bumpy journey for this pair as they try their first dip into the realm of BDSM while trying to balance college life. I knew at the pace I was going, that it would be over 200,000 words, so I decided to give it to readers in three different ways, as 10 novellas, 2 bundles and one full collection.

Do you have a project in the works that you’d like to tell us about?

Well, I write shorter works under the name Krissy Rose. I have one novelette out now: The Kink Therapist: Sexy Short 1 – Nothing But Trouble. Next year, I’m writing an erotic romance about a professional Dom and Kink Therapist who falls in love with his conservative neighbor, so as time allows, I’m releasing shorts that features some of his clients/patients as they aim to function and be comfortable with their various kinks.

I do have a BDSM pseudo-incest book in the works, but I screeched to a halt because it’s become this ick niche of late. If I finish it, I’ll probably post it up on BooksieSilk for free because so many online sellers hate this niche. Not sure why when there’s no blood relation. The step brother and sister in my novel didn’t even meet until she was a junior in high school. And she’s a junior in college, home for spring break, when the story opens. He’s a quickly fading rock star trying to keep his career afloat after his latest album tanked and when she shows up unannounced, they clash, and after lots of fighting, they get kinky. To me, it’s no different than Clueless, except for the leather and spanking.

How do you make yourself stand out in a competitive market?

I don’t. Err, I know. That’s bad. I should get spanked. I’d get more sales, surely, if I worked harder at that. I haven’t really done a ton of marketing yet. I had a release day party, which was fun. Once I have more of my novellas out, I’ do more target advertising. I also started doing cross promo with other New Adult authors. Blair Babylon, for instance, has a serialization of erotic romance/New Adult books, so having similar themes and serializations, we promote each other’s freebie in the back of our books.

I’d like join a spanking fiction or BDSM anthology too at some point, even if it’s a free bundle. The best way to make yourself standout is to get visible, and the more places you can show up, the better.

I don’t look at fellow authors who write in my genre like competitors, even though they essentially are. I love to read and find good books myself, and most of the authors I’ve met in person and online are even more supportive and helpful in my writing career than family and friends.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

I’m a wife and mom, so I love spending time with my family, cooking, watching movies and sports. We love playing games. The only challenge is keeping all the pieces or cards. So far, Electronic Battleship is still stocked with plenty of ammo and it doesn’t even need any cardboard ships.

What is your favorite color?

Hard to pick because I like so many, but blue is the most calming, and it makes me happy. Plus, my favorite sports teams are all blue.

What are you reading right now?

I am not reading anything right now, but once I get more books finished, I will start on The Songs of Submission and Club Shadowlands.

Blurb

When sorority pledge, Addison Montgomery, gets caught chucking eggs at a mansion at the demand of her sisters on Halloween, she’s punished by the rich man’s son, Logan Thorndike, a hot junior at her college, and they get swept up in the delicious power exchange and a tumultuous squall of passion. Addison is certain Logan is the perfect full-time Dom for her, but he’s doing all he can to keep the darker corners of his soul in check. With her chasing him down and not letting up, he tentatively claims her as his because he can’t resist her sexy flirtation and naughty behavior that demands a strong dose of correction.

As they engage in loads of hot “funishment” and experience the thrill of D/s and kink, Logan quickly settles into his position over her. But jumping into a BDSM lifestyle, while trying to balance college life and their animalistic lusts, may be way too hot for them to handle. The dark turns and bumps in the road take them both by surprise and threaten to derail everything beautiful they’re striving to create.



* * * This 107,700-word collection is the first 5 books in the 10-part Sorority Pledge Saga, a serialization that follows a rocky romance centered around the edgy bliss of Domination and submission. Please be 18+ and naughty enough for a spanking of your own. * * * (Based on industry standards, this book is about 475 pages.)

Excerpt

Logan backed me into the gallery wall with delicate digits against my spiraling tummy. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. Logan’s lips looked so kissable, soft and delicious. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need.

“Third phase is your choice,” he whispered all husky. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent.

Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue.

“Seven hundred and twenty-six,” he muttered.

“Mmm, what?”

“Including hundreds of playfully delivered warm-up slaps, that’s where we’re at.”

“Oh. You counted? Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Indeed. That’s way more than I expected to give you.” His chickadee wings finally reached their destination, stopping and curling right under my soaked flower. “And look what we have here.”

I gasped when two fingers drew lines along my flesh.

He tsked and said, “Syrup on tap, even more than when I last checked.” Logan gently stroked the folds of my slit and covered my mouth with his other hand, shielding a moan when he edged the entrance with little circles. “Shhh, bad girl. How many spanks does it take to make an impact on a spanko who’s loving every minute of her punishment?”

I shrugged, but it morphed into a shiver when the breeze from the opened front door tickled my body and bitch-slapped the internal heat that was so close to consuming me.

“Neither do I. You’ve cried, sure, but not because you’re sorry. The truth is right here.” He looked down on the fondling action and back up, reclaiming my hypnotized stare. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. “Want me to stop?”

Fuck no. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side.

“Didn’t think so.” He released my mouth, placing his curled hand back over my head, but his other touch, building now, had me drowning in desire.

I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall.

“Mmm, you’re so juicy.” He pressed his upper body closer until his lips were tickling my ear. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs.

God, how I wanted this man. My eyes opened wide when I realized I’d hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his pelvis closer. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me.

“Naughty girl.” As he glided his fingers up into me, again and again, he inhaled deeply, his nose right on my skin. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. “Speaking of juicy … you smell like peach. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. It’s such a surprising scent for the dead of fall. Your shampoo or your body spray. Or maybe … it’s just you. Wanna know what I think, Luscious?”

He pulled back from me, but I was a puddle now, still tingling on my ear and in my well of passion. He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty?

“I think your face should get redder than that ass and that embarrassment should linger in your gut for days, so much so, that you don’t even have to recall the event, it’s just there, constantly biting at your bits and making you burn. I think your stomach and legs should tremble so much, you’re convinced they’ve turned to Jell-O. I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. You shouldn’t be here getting your kinky kicks for free on my dime. I can punish you right, but you’d have to follow me into the darkness and do exactly as I ask. It wouldn’t be pretty. That’s option one. Or you can take the safer road and let me top you off at eight hundred with my hand, or a hairbrush perhaps, and you can leave here, knowing you didn’t get the punishment you truly deserved.” He took his hand off my mouth, slid out of my truth and slowly sucked my blabbermouth juice off his fingers. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. “Mmm. You are the peach. If I took a ripened slice, dipped it in butter and sugar and gave it a sprinkle of salt and pepper, it wouldn’t be as delectable, but it would be very close to the taste of you. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison.”

I clutched a fistful of his T-shirt and looked him dead in the eye as I breathed out, “Punish me … as you see fit.”

His eyes squinted, stealing the flames of Eros, and his breath hitched up to tango with mine. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. “There’s no backing out.”

“I made my choice and will hold to it.”

“Very well.”

About the Author

Daizie Draper is a happily married sex fiend, who loves to write naughty stories that mix the sweetness of impressionistic art, spanking and beauty. She hates big bugs, freedom crushers, injustice, artificial orange and onions. Along with 27 other people in the world, she has never read 50 Shades of Grey. She’s the author of the 10-novella Sorority Pledge Saga that follows the steamy romance between college students, Addison and Logan, who have a bent for BDSM. They adopt a D/s lifestyle while trying to balance college life, but the savage passion they whip up may be way too hot for them to handle.

 

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Ride A Cowboy Book Blast with Desiree Holt

To celebrate the release of “Ride A Cowboy” Desiree Holt will be giving away a $50 Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. For a listing of the whole tour click on the banner above. The more you comment the better your chances of winning!

Blurb

Two hot stories in one hot volume

Back In The Saddle

When Molly Hayes’ marriage fell apart, she ran home to Hayes Ranch to lick her wounds. What she really wants to lick is foreman Chance McDaniel, the star of all her erotic fantasies. But he had never given her the time of day. Why would he give her his nights?

Kink is a mild term for the kind of sex Chance McDaniel enjoys. But he’s learned the hard way not all women can handle his darker desires. He aches to give Molly the ride of her life but fears she’ll shy away from his wilder ways.

Will the past become a stumbling block or will both Molly and Chance, once wounded, climb back in the saddle?

Eight Second Ride

Jessie Wade is a tough as nails sheriff until bull rider Kyle Mitchell ends up in her jail. With his bone-melting good looks and seductive voice, he knocks Jessie’s defenses down one by one and awakens the sensuous woman she’s hidden beneath her uniform. But Jessie can’t afford to be soft. Or allow herself to fall for a cowboy who’s never in one town longer than it takes to ride a bull.

Kyle never backs down from a challenge, but after a passionate night with Jessie, he realizes there’s a hell of a woman behind the handcuffs and badge. Can Kyle convince Jessie he can take her for more than an eight-second ride?

An Excerpt from Back in the Saddle

“Dance with me, Molly.”

Danger! Danger!

She opened her mouth to refuse him, but somehow instead, found herself rising from the booth and following him to the dance floor. Only two other couples were making use of the music. Chance tactfully led her to a corner where the lights didn’t hit them. She was stiff within the circle of his arms, moving like a windup doll, until one hand slid up her back to hold the nape of her neck.

“Relax, Molly.” His mouth was at her ear, his breath a warm breeze against her skin. “It’s just a dance. Sometimes it helps to shut out everything else and just fall into the music.”

She was trying, but his body was so warm against hers and there was no mistaking the hard thickness of his cock pushing against her through the denim of his jeans. His scent teased at her nostrils, a heady blend of something woodsy and the smell of leather and horses. She was sure he’d showered but somehow, for men who worked at ranching rather than playing, the aroma burned its way into their skin. She loved it. Always had. If she wanted to be truthful, it was almost an aphrodisiac. She pressed herself just a millimeter closer.

What she would have given all those years ago to be where she was right this minute. But a lot of water had washed over the dam since then, and the last thing she wanted was to have Chance McDaniel feeling sorry for her.

“I…haven’t danced in a while,” she said lamely as she tried to relax in his grip.

God. Could I sound any more idiotic?

He chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “I think it’s like riding a horse. You never really forget. I think you could probably say that about everything.”

His lean fingers massaged the knot at the nape of her neck, his arm holding her against him as they shifted their bodies minimally in place. The stroking of those fingers sent shivers down her spine, but they also coaxed her to relax and move in rhythm with him. She actually found herself leaning her head against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “I learned music can make you forget just about any damn thing.”

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About the Author

Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month—and sending her readers and reviewers into rhapsodies about her five star storytelling.

How did she become so prolific? She counts innumerable rich experiences in her long life, including years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client who interested her. Many did. Many became genuine characters whom she refashioned as heroes and heroines to live within the pages of her novels.

Her imagination does her proud. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today and numerous other national publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

Learn more about her and read her novels here:

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BDSM Bedtime Stories – Subterfudge

Welcome to BDSM Bedtime Stories, brought to you by the Goodreads BDSM Group. This bedtime story is an excerpt from my new release, “Subterfudge“. The audio excerpt is narrated by J.A. Rock. To celebrate this awesome project I’m giving away a $10 Gift Card to winner’s choice of bookseller and any of my e-books. Just leave a comment and enter the Rafflecopter below.

Subterfudge

What lengths will a saucy sub go to for love in the kitchen?

When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?

Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?

Reader Advisory: This is an erotic story that includes anal sex, rimming, and food play.

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Blissemas with The Professor and His Plaything

Welcome to Blissemas 2013! For this special occasion I’ve written a bonus scene with the characters from my new erotic novella “The Professor’s Plaything.” If you leave a comment you will be entered to win the big Blissemas prize ($100 Gift Card or an eReader!) and you’ll be able to enter the Rafflecopter for my prize – a $20 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of my book Daddy Morebucks!

The Professor’s Plaything is an erotic tale of a professor who falls for his sexy student and their journey into a BDSM relationship. In this scene (written exclusively for Blissemas) John and Colette are preparing to spend their first Christmas together.

Christmas with the Professor and Colette

 John opened the door to the festive sounds of Christmas music breezing in from the living room. He hung his keys on the wall hook. “Colette?”

Rustling noises followed by a curse word came from behind the bedroom door. “Just a minute,” a female voice called.

“Okay. I’m just going to make a drink. You want something?” He lingered outside the closed door wondering what she was doing in there.

“Sure. Wine would be great.”

He headed for the refrigerator and poured glass of wine for her and grabbed a bottle of winter ale for himself.

“Ta Da!”

John looked up to see Colette standing in arch of the doorway and for a second he forgot to breathe.

She was wearing some sexy red lingerie that screamed “Santa’s Helper” – all red chiffon with a push-up bra and a tiny g-string. The get-up had long strings that tied in a bow at the base of her ample cleavage with big white fluffy snowballs dangling on the ends. Her body looked hot as usual, but it was the kitsch factor that made her over-the-top adorable.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

He set down their drinks and took her in his arms. “Of course, you look beautiful,” he said bending to kiss her.

He ran his hands over her curves, relishing the feel of her silky smooth skin under his fingers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, her mouth seeking his. When they’d moved in together he’d wondered if they would tire of each other. Several months had passed and they still couldn’t get enough of each other.

Nibbling her tender flesh as he went, he trailed kisses from the hollow of her throat to her collarbone, and on to the cleft between her breasts.

Colette encouraged him with a low moan.

“Colette, you’re distracting me,” John teased.

“I didn’t think we had anywhere to be,” she tapped his chin flirtatiously with her index finger.

“We don’t exactly, but we were going to put up the Christmas tree tonight and I’m not sure how we can go pick it out with you dressed like that.”

She frowned. “Oh yeah. I guess I didn’t exactly think this through all the way.”

“That’s okay,” he laughed. “Let’s finish our drinks then you can throw on a jacket and some pants over that. We’ll go get the tree then come back here and pick up where we left off.”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. “That’s a good idea.”

He handed the wine glass to her. “I have to do something real quick. Have a seat and I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and walked into the living room.

John could hear her starting to sing along with “Santa Baby” coming from the speakers.

He shook his head at Colette’s vivacious personality. The girl was a trip, she was constantly entertaining him.

A few minutes later he downed the last of his beer and brought Colette her long coat. “You about ready to go?”

She sighed. “Okay, but I don’t know what all the rush is about.” She trudged into the bedroom and came back with a pair of grey sweatpants covering her bottom half. “Happy?” she asked testily.

“Yeah. Here drink the rest of that wine.” He pointed at her half empty glass. “Looks like you could use it, Grumpy.”

She made a little face but downed the rest in one gulp.

He held her coat out for her, and she slowly placed her arms in the sleeves.

“Alright. Ready to go?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” she said stuffing her hands into her coat pockets.

He was just about to lift his keys off the hook when she said, “Hey, what’s this? There’s something in my pocket.”

“Huh,” John said trying to feign indifference.

“Yeah, Look.” She withdrew her hand from her left pocket holding a small black box.

Her eyes sparkled as she began to realize what a little black box could mean. Her other hand flew to her mouth. “Is this for me?” her voice a whisper.

Emotion choking him, John’s gaze met hers and he nodded.

Crossing to her, he gently took the box from her hand. He flipped it open and got down on one knee, just as he’d been practicing for the past week.

“Colette, you are the most important person in the world to me, and I never want to picture my life without you in it. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes,” she answered simply, tears welling up in her eyes.

John stood and lifted her into his arms. “Thank you, Colette. That is the best Christmas present you could give me.” He picked up one of the white fluffy balls attached to the lingerie she wore under the coat. “Except this outfit. That’s a pretty good present too.”

They laughed and she planted kisses all over his face.

He carried her into the bedroom.

“But what about the tree?” she asked.

He threw her down on the bed.

“That damned tree can wait,” he said, yanking off his tie and tossing it on the floor.

The Professor’s Plaything

She’ll loosen him up, and he’ll tie her down.

Twenty-one year old Colette Ellis has done plenty of daydreaming about Professor John McGill, but after a spur-of-the-moment decision to seduce him in his office turns her fantasies into reality, she is left longing for more.

She soon learns that this handsome academic can be as firm as he is passionate, and when her bratty behavior earns her a sound spanking she sees a side of him she never expected. Before she knows it, the beautiful young woman finds herself tied up at his mercy, naked, exposed, and more aroused than she could have ever imagined. As she grows closer to him, she cannot help but wonder how long this can last. Could John come to see her as more than just a naughty coed?

John has never fallen for a student… until now. There is something different about Colette, something that brings him alive in a way he has never felt before. Can he dare to hope that she is  after more than just a fling?

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Christmas Paws Blog Hop – Petsmart GC Giveaway

Welcome the the Christmas Paws Blog Hop. Instead of talking books like we usually do in Giveaway Hops, we’re sharing our beloved pets with you. There’s a $200 Grand Prize, and I’m giving away a $25 Gift Card to Petsmart.

I actually have several pets to share with you. My dog Sebastian, my kitty Tabitha, and my pig Petunia.

Sebastian may give you big, sad puppy-dog eyes but don’t let him fool you. He’s spoiled rotten.

My youngest daughter loves to take pictures of our animals. My phone is full of them. Here’s an artsy one. She caught him napping.

Here’s Sebastian with his kitty sister Tabitha. She was found abandoned in one of our barns when she was a tiny kitten. (Don’t tell her she was homeless. She’s such a diva, she would just DIE.)

Last but not least – this is Petunia, my porcine garbage disposal. I live on a farm where this pretty girl has lots of room to root around. It still amazes me how much she loves mud. She weighs about 400 lbs. and goes bananas for Red Bull.  (Hey, I didn’t feed it to her. She claimed a can one time when she bumped it out of someone’s hand. She’s had a hankerin’ for it ever since. )

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If you happen to enjoy erotic romance you can check out my FREE read Railway Rendezvous here. I’d also like to invite you to a Release Party for my novella “The Professor’s Plaything” on Sunday, December 8th from 6-10pm EST on Facebook. There will be lots of fun, games, and prizes including two $50 Amazon Gift Cards.

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Subterfudge Book Trailer

My short story “Subterfudge” from the “Whip It Up” Anthology is now available as a single title release.  Here’s the Book Trailer:

Subterfudge

What lengths will a saucy sub go to for love in the kitchen?

When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?

Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?

Reader Advisory: This is an erotic story that includes anal sex, rimming, and food play.

Read the first Chapter FREE here.

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The Professor’s Plaything – Chapter One FREE!

I’m thrilled to let you know that my new erotic novella, “The Professor’s Plaything” is now available!

The Professor’s Plaything

She’ll loosen him up, and he’ll tie her down.

Twenty-one year old Colette Ellis has done plenty of daydreaming about Professor John McGill, but after a spur-of-the-moment decision to seduce him in his office turns her fantasies into reality, she is left longing for more.

She soon learns that this handsome academic can be as firm as he is passionate, and when her bratty behavior earns her a sound spanking she sees a side of him she never expected. Before she knows it, the beautiful young woman finds herself tied up at his mercy, naked, exposed, and more aroused than she could have ever imagined. As she grows closer to him, she cannot help but wonder how long this can last. Could John come to see her as more than just a naughty coed?

John has never fallen for a student… until now. There is something different about Colette, something that brings him alive in a way he has never felt before. Can he dare to hope that she is  after more than just a fling?

Chapter One

The hot Arizona sun beat down on her blonde hair and tanned skin as Colette soaked up the warm rays and lounged by the pool. Her blood heated up as she recalled Andrew’s lips on her body the night before. That boy had a talented tongue, and he wasn’t afraid to use it. She squirmed at the memory, but her flashbacks came to a halt as a dark shadow moved across her body and made her cold.

“Hey!” Her eyes fluttered open. “You’re blocking my sun!”

Colette’s roommate, Marie, hovered over her. The girl’s presence cast a long shadow over the yellow and white striped chaise lounge.

“You got mail.” Marie dropped a pile of paper onto Colette’s impeccably flat stomach.

Colette flinched. She hated the mail these days, dreaded it actually. Her graduate school applications in psychology had come back with flat turndowns from everywhere. The few schools she still waited to hear from made her cringe at the idea of the next rejection, and the next.

For as long as she could remember, Colette had wanted to be a psychologist. The human mind fascinated her, and she had been born with a natural curiosity about what made people tick. In high school, a speech teacher introduced Colette to different personality types, and Colette was hooked on the science of human behavior.

Getting into college had been a breeze, and she had been an above average student, if not a stellar one. But Colette had been completely unprepared for the rigorous process of graduate school admissions. She had thought going to her college classes and making good grades was all she would need to do to get into graduate school. No one at Arizona State told her it would take more than that.

At least not until now, when it appeared to be too late.

Colette wasn’t one to go above and beyond. She made good grades without trying, and she had always been popular with her peers. She had always been about having a good time, at least that was her take on it. Life was fun, and she enjoyed it. Her parents had paid for this extended vacation some called ‘college’, as well as for her bright yellow Jeep. And she always had a great time partying with her friends.

Until now.

Now she was screwed. Once the rejection letters started rolling in, Colette did a little research. She found out that while she had been playing around, the students who were now getting into graduate school had been working their asses off. She learned that she needed to be doing volunteer work or to be working “in the field” of psychology. It was a prerequisite that she have excellent grades and years of “research experience” under her belt.

It came as a shock to Colette that she was competing with thousands of psychology students from across the country for a small number of spots in a small number of graduate programs. And those students had been preparing for the application process since they were practically in diapers. Meanwhile, Colette had been running around in a bikini at keg parties and having more fun than ought to be legal.

“Sorry,” Colette told her roommate. “I’m a little grumpy.” Colette knew she had been more irritable since she had realized her days of playing hard were drawing to a close.

Marie shrugged and walked away. A serious student, Marie disapproved of Colette’s party girl lifestyle and did little to hide her feelings about it.

Colette gathered up her towel, sunscreen, and the stack of mail. She dragged herself off her perch and slowly trudged inside. Her heart sank as she recognized the name “Chicago Professional School of Psychology” in the top left corner of a thin envelope. Damn! That was one of her first choices.

Once inside her apartment, she picked up her cell phone and dialed her best friend, Chaz.

“Come over,” she commanded. “I got another one. I don’t want to be alone when I open it.”

“Marie’s not there?” Chaz asked.

“Don’t be cute,” Colette said. Chaz knew Marie was not exactly a warm shoulder to cry on.

“Who is it from?”

“The Chicago School of Professional Psychology. It should have been easier to get into. They accept lots of people, not just four or five students a year,” Colette groaned. “I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t get in anywhere. You have to come help me!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” Chaz said.

Colette set the offensively thin envelope aside on the table and hopped in the shower.

Afterwards, she felt a little better. She always felt best with some sun on her cheeks. Maybe Chicago was the wrong place for her anyway. She loved the sunny lifestyle Arizona provided.

Her cousin had moved to Chicago and once told her that it got so cold there that his snot froze in the winter. Disgusting. Perhaps it was preferable to miss out on frozen nasal secretions.

Colette brushed her wet hair and donned jean shorts and a white shirt that showed off her tan. As she gazed at herself in the mirror, her annoyance with herself grew. Why had she not taken care of business? She should have talked with some sort of academic advisor earlier or researched graduate school admissions more… something.

With a sigh she sat down on the couch and painted her toenails. She chose a bright blue color that both set off her tan and reflected her mood.

The doorbell rang.

“Come in,” Colette hollered across the apartment.

Chaz strolled through the door.

“Hey. You look great, like you got some sun,” Chaz said.

“Thanks.” She could always count on Chaz to make her feel good about herself.

“You might not want to just let anyone ‘come on in’, ya know,” he said.

“I can’t get up while I’m working on my toes.” Colette wrinkled her nose.

Chaz rolled his eyes. “Fine, but when a serial killer gets you, don’t blame me.”

Colette ignored him. He was sweet to care, but Chaz was always being melodramatic.

“Where is it?” Chaz asked.

“On the table. I really couldn’t bear to open it. You do it,” Colette said.

“Oh hey, Marie,” Chaz said when Marie walked into the adjoining kitchen.

“Hey,” Marie said. Not looking up, she opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of orange juice.

Chaz picked up the envelope off the table, walked over, and sat next to Colette, whose toenails were now an aqua color.

“Are you sure you want me to open it?” he asked.

“Yes. Just get it over with,” Colette said.

“Yes, please get it over with,” Marie rolled her eyes. Unsupportive as always, she stood in the doorway sipping her drink.

Colette set the nail polish on the coffee table in front of her. She put her feet up and admired her new pedicure.

“Okay.” Chaz ripped open the envelope. He glanced at the words on it and frowned.

“What is it? It’s a no, isn’t it? I knew it!” Colette wailed. “Acceptance letters are always fat. The thin ones are always bad. Let me see that.” She snatched the letter from Chaz’ hand.

“You already knew it was going to be a no. I don’t know why you have to be so dramatic about opening your mail,” Marie said disapprovingly.

“Why are you so mean?” Colette snapped.

“I’m not being mean, Colette. You need a big dose of reality.” Marie marched to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

“I will never understand why you live with her. She’s such a bitch,” Chaz whispered the word “bitch”. He was afraid of Marie and avoided her like she was a two-year-old with a stomach virus.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s easier than finding another roommate. She’s always in her room studying. Plus, she’s such a neat freak that she cleans everything,” Colette said.

“Except your room,” Chaz laughed.

Colette threw a pillow at him. “Hey!” She was messy, but he didn’t need to mention it.

“Just sayin’,” Chaz smiled.

“Enough about her—what the heck am I going to do?” Colette asked. “I’ll be graduating in a few months, and I have no idea what I’m going to do then. I always planned to go to grad school. Now it’s not looking like that’s going to happen.”

“How many more schools do you have left to hear from?”

“Only one. I haven’t heard from the University of Memphis.”

“Do you want to go to that one?”

“Chaz, I want to go to any of them! I don’t care which at this point.” Her shoulders drooped.

“Okay. Sounds like it’s time for a Plan B.” Chaz patted her on the shoulder.

“You’re right. I really want to go to grad school, but maybe I will have to work “in the field” or do some research or something. Then I can re-apply once I’ve improved my resume.” Colette raised her eyebrows. “There is this one professor I know who does lots of research,” she said, her thoughts turning to Professor John McGill. She’d taken his Individual Differences the year before and had been fantasizing about him ever since.

“Psychology research?” Chaz gave her a dubious look.

Colette laughed. “Yes, psychology research! Something to do with rats, I think. I just remember he mentioned it when I was in his psych class. Maybe I could do something to be part of his research project.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to ask, I guess. Do you know this professor?” Chaz knitted his brows together suggestively.

“What do you mean?” She’d spoken with Professor McGill a few times, but only about matters that related to his class.

“You know, biblically?” Chaz raised his eyebrows.

Colette giggled. “No, silly. Nothing like that. I was just in one of his classes. I’ve never slept with any of my professors!” Not that she hadn’t thought about it.

“Just checking. You need to be professional if you are serious about this,” Chaz said in a worried tone.

“Now you sound like Marie!” Colette said through clenched teeth. She smiled. “But he is cute.” The professor was sexy in that strong, quiet kind of way.

Chaz threw the pillow back at Colette, and they both chuckled.

Colette felt better than she had in weeks. She would get accepted after all. It might take her longer than she originally planned, but she knew if she put her mind to it, she could make it happen.

She began to formulate a plan.

Reader’s Advisory: This erotic novella includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more.

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Subterfudge – Read Chapter One FREE!

My short story “Subterfudge” from the “Whip It Up” Anthology is now available as a single title release. Read the first Chapter FREE below.

Subterfudge

What lengths will a saucy sub go to for love in the kitchen?

When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?

Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?

Reader Advisory: This is an erotic story that includes anal sex, rimming, and food play.

Chapter One

Ashley snuggled down under the lofty comforter. Sunlight floated in lazily through the bedroom window, the yellow light blending with the cream-coloured walls of the old Victorian tenement. Lounging around on Sunday mornings, curled up in her Egyptian cotton bed sheets, was when she felt the most cosy and secure.

 She and Roger shared the newspaper—he read the business and sports pages, while she perused the comics and the lifestyle section.

Ashley sipped her coffee daintily. She pretended to be reading an article about the latest colour trends, but took a sly peek over the top of the paper to observe the man she loved. He sat next to her, reading. That broad, muscular chest, those deep blue eyes – she was everything she could want in a man. Watching him caused her heart to skip a beat.

But lately, Roger had been acting a bit off. What is with him? He seems restless. Wonder what it is…

Roger’s coffee mug made a clinking noise when he set it on the bedside table. “Darling,” Roger said, looking up from his newspaper, “I’d like you to learn to cook.”

“Cook? Me?” She arched an eyebrow in his general direction without completely turning her head.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Roger give her that benevolent, indulgent grin she loved so much. The one that told her he adored her. She softened.

“Yes, you know? Cook. Prepare food,” he teased, running his hand through her hair, mussing it up. He winked at her. It made her insides go all mushy, and she felt a tingle of delight between her legs.

Ashley hesitated, but only for a moment. “All right.” She had never tried cooking before. This was unchartered territory for her. She hated to admit it, but she felt uncomfortable with something so foreign to her. What if she was a flop?

But a sub’s job was to make her Master happy. To comply with his requests, to serve him. So she agreed. Anyway, lots of women do it. How complicated can it be?

In her everyday life, Ashley was a professional equipped with all the assertiveness that required. She could stand toe to toe with anyone in business, or in any sort of dealings for that matter.

But at home, behind closed doors, Ashley had no greater desire than to please her man. In her relationship, she had chosen to be submissive to him. She needed a take-charge man in the bedroom, one who could dominate her and make all her fantasies come true.

Two years ago, some friends had introduced her to Roger. At first Ashley had thought he might be too buttoned up for her. The serious investment banker had come across as too staid for her free-spirited, artistic nature. But behind closed doors, Roger surprised her. He wasn’t a bit boring, and they’d turned out to be a great match.

He became her Dominant in a short time. He gave his heart to her completely, and he cherished her. In return, she gave him the gift of her submission. Ashley prided herself on how she took care of Roger and met his needs. She had never trusted anyone the way she trusted Roger. He was a better man than she had ever dreamt she could have, and she was thankful for him every day.

They’dmoved in together a year ago, settling into a quaint, if unconventional domesticated existence. With some whips and handcuffs thrown in for good measure.

Their life together was so…complete. Why bring this up now? It caught her off guard. I thought he was happy with the take-out and frozen dinners.

“How do I learn?” She furrowed her brow. “To cook, I mean.”

Roger handed her an ad he’d torn out of the newspaper. ‘Culinary Class’ was printed at the top in large letters. There were some dates, times and a phone number along the bottom.

“I’ll call and sign you up. Looks like it starts tomorrow. I’ll see if I can secure you a spot.”

Ashley’s heart sank. Tomorrow? She had a full day planned with things she needed to do Monday. She worked for herself, basically, as a freelance graphic design artist. Sure, her schedule was flexible, but if she had to go to a cooking class the next day, she’d have to put off her most high-maintenance client.

She realised she was frowning and forced herself to brighten. “I’ll call, don’t you worry about it,” she said. She took the scrap of paper. I’ll handle the client, do all that other stuff on Tuesday. After I learn to cook.

“That’s my good girl.” He reached over and stroked her face.

He kissed her and the rest of the world melted away. The scent of his aftershave pierced her senses and she was rocked with an ardent desire to have him inside her.

“It would mean so much to me for you to make meals for us. It’s a great way for a woman to show her man she loves him.” His tone was low, sexy.

“They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” She giggled.

“There are other ways.” He laughed and pressed her hand to his erection.

She chortled and squeezed his appendage gently.

Roger slowly peeled back the designer camisole and tap pants she slept in, kissing every inch of her bare skin as it was revealed. She sighed—his lips were magic, invigorating her senses.

“Right now I want to show you how much I care for you,” he told her.

Ashley was naked now except for her blue silk and white lace panties. Roger set the newspaper aside and laid her flat across their bed.

After a moment of rifling through her bureau, he drew out some of her softest silk scarves. The divine feeling of the sumptuous fabrics running over her body invigorated her skin. Gliding the silky-smooth material over her supple curves, he teased her to arousal. Then, he bound her wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed. Her taut limbs stretched and exposed her, confining her movement.

“What are you going to do to me?” she panted.

“You should know better than to ask questions, my dear. I like to keep you guessing.” His eyes glistened in the sunlight. “I know what you need. Don’t I?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir.” Ashley had known he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer. But she couldn’t help but ask. When he tied her up, her heart got all poundy, she got anxious.

What would happen next? She had no control over his actions, and she couldn’t move her own body. It was as maddening as it was arousing.

After excusing himself for a minute, he returned with an implement from the kitchen.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“A spatula?” She wriggled in her restraints.

“That’s right.” His tone was matter-of-fact. “Something you should become familiar with now that you will be spending more time in the kitchen.”

She closed her eyes. It was easier that way.

The first strike was on her lower leg. A light tap.

Then another. And another.

The taps grew more firm and they travelled up her leg.

The delicious smack of the spatula warmed her thighs. It smarted, but she liked it. After the initial blow, the way her skin throbbed as it recovered was delicious. A moan escaped her lips.

“I told you I know what’s good for you.”

He ran his fingers up her other leg and traced the edge of her panties. She lifted her hips to meet him, encouraging his touch. She thought she’d go mad with desire.

“What an insatiable little cunt you have. I shall have to punish you for that.”

“No, please no, Sir!” Her voice shrilled.

The spatula slammed down on her panty clad pussy. Ouch!

“No!”

“No, what?” he asked, a smirk in his voice.

“Please, no, Sir.”

“I don’t believe that hurts, darling.”

He stopped anyway. Roger respected her limits. He struck her other leg with the spatula. Her flesh stung, the blood rushed to the surface. Nerve endings came alive.

Ashley squealed.

“You’ve always been such a noisy sub.”

He swatted her with one hand while he sneaked his other hand under her panties and stroked her stunned pussy lips. She gyrated to greet his attentions with her hips, her pussy dripping wet. She wanted him. Roger was right, she had a voracious appetite, and she ached for a release.

Climbing onto the bed next to her, Roger cradled her head to his chest. “Dearest Ashley. You are such a good girl.”

He untied her feet. Grateful for her newfound freedom, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. Rocking into her body, back and forth in a sensuous motion, he bent his head and caught a nipple between his lips. He worked it with his tongue and teeth, and she whimpered until her lust became a raging fire.

When she could hold back no longer, she came all over his cock, her walls pulsing and grasping snugly around him. She shuddered and collapsed, spent.

Roger lifted her hips and thrust deeper. He clasped both hands underneath her ass, holding her as he pulsed hard and fast into her. Ashley clasped her ankles together behind his back and held on tightly as he ravaged her juicy pussy.

Roger pushed one final time before he collapsed on top of her.

“Oh, Sir,” she said, “that was intense.” She nibbled on his ear and held him close.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed. His mouth found hers, both of them hungry to seal the pact their bodies had just made.

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