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#MusicMonday – Surge

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‘Surge’ by Em Harriss is one of the #MusicMonday songs that goes back to my tradition of beautiful female vocals and powerful lyrics. It’s a tame song, calm and steady, but the lyrics just gut-punched me the first day I heard them and it’s been in my writing playlist ever since. I think that you’ll enjoy it if you pause for a minute, breathe, and listen. Maybe Em Harriss will give you a much needed mental break today. Personally, I’m loving today because we’ve got thunderstorms and back-to-back meetings, so I’m accomplishing a lot and getting to watch the rain. To me, that’s the perfect situation for this song. Enjoy!

Favorite Lyrics

Too much gray today.

I have to take my heart away from you,

I need a night to breathe.

You didn’t bend my wings,

you bit them off with your teeth,

now I can only fly when I’m with you.

I am lost, I am found,

could I be both under our common ground?

I am lost, I am found,

could I be both under our common ground?

Covered in fantasies…

Who was I before he invaded my mind, made the voices leave quietly?

Whenever he pulls me deeper into his dream,

I can’t remember if I have control or does he?

Beat me to it, I hope so,

Beat me to it.

Beat me to it, I hope so,

Beat me to it.

I felt the surge today, almost forgot my name.

Keep my mouth shut, keep my clothes unbuttoned.

Should I stay on this train?

I don’t know what to say,

to the man who makes my love darker everyday.

. . .

He will love me like I loved him to begin with.

I can feel it already,

he’s breaking under me.

We are lost, We are lust,

We may have found someone to trust.

We are lost, We are lust,

We may have found someone to trust.

‘Surge’ by Em Harriss

Thankful Thursday

It’s #ThankfulThursday lovelies and it’s been a crazy busy week, but the *good* news is that lots of good things have been happening, it’s just been hectic! I haven’t been able to get much sleep, and that means that while I’m a happy little night owl at night, this is about how I look in the morning while I’m internally cursing out my alarm clock. Of course… if he were in my bed, I might be more inclined to wake up and meet the day! I have a family filled weekend, and book-busy nights all weekend, because I’m in Las Vegas for day job stuff next week. (I know, such a terrible burden! haha) Honestly, I’m feeling much better this week, and I know for sure this picture is going to pop into my head at 5:30am when my alarm goes off tomorrow! I hope he helps you lovelies make it to the weekend as well.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Black Light: Suspended’ by Maggie Ryan!

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The latest book in the Black Light series is finally LIVE!!! Trust me, lovelies, you do not want to miss this incredibly hot new release from the one and only Maggie Ryan! ‘Black Light: Suspended’ weaves together two amazing law enforcement agents, dirty, HOT sex, and a storyline that is both swoonworthy and heartpounding at the same time! Also, this shibari-loving kinky sex-god of a hero, Dillon, trains dogs to be on the K-9 team for agencies around the country! How many kinky, BDSM books do you get to read, that are so damn good, but ALSO let you read about playing with tiny puppies?! Seriously, you’re going to love this book so hard, and I cannot wait to see what you all think of it!

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Black Light: Suspended (Black Light Book 4)

Torn between duty and desire…

Charlize Fullerton has spent years proving she’s a strong, capable, professional woman in a male-dominated profession. As a DEA officer it’s imperative that she presents herself as tough. But on the night she goes undercover, that shell begins to crack.

Dillon MacAllister is a Special Agent with the FBI working with various agencies training their K-9 corps. When he meets Charlize on a joint task force sent in to take down a drug smuggling ring, he wants her immediately… not just because she is an extremely talented, intelligent agent, but because beneath that tough exterior, he recognizes the extraordinary woman within.

When their mission ends, he’s sure he has lost his chance to win her over – until fate intervenes, bringing them together in a most unexpected location… the most exclusive BDSM club in D.C. Now Dillon has a new mission: to prove to Charlie that bonds won’t take away her freedom… they’ll allow her to fly.

Suspended is a novel in the Black Light series but can be read as a stand-alone.

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Teaser

She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through her as the fabric slid from her skin, exposing her to him, to the room.

“Step out,” he instructed and once she did, she was exactly as he’d described. Completely nude but for the red blindfold and the matching heels on her feet. Warmth enveloped her as Dillon pressed against her back, his hands snaking around her waist.

“Tonight is about sensation,” he explained, speaking softly. “Touch is a sense that we take for granted, one we don’t really consider. Tonight that will change. It can be gentle and soft…” He paused and she gasped as her breasts were taken, his fingers stroking lightly across her flesh. “It can be harsh.” She jerked as fingers took her nipples and squeezed.

“Touch can bring pleasure or pain, or a combination of both,” he continued, releasing her nipples to soothe them with gentle, circling motions. “I want you to relax, don’t think, just feel. Allow your body to experience every sensation, every touch. You remember the safe words, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.” God, why did her heart leap with that question?

“Relax, Charlie. This is also about trust. Trust that as your Dom, my goal is to make this an experience that will not only test your limits, but one you’ll enjoy.” She shivered again as he lifted the weight of her hair then pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. It was another lesson in sensation as she felt the wetness of his tongue licking a path from her collarbone, up the side of her neck to the spot behind her ear. Warmth followed as he blew along the trail, her nipples crinkling and her pussy dampening as he suckled the lobe of her ear, drawing on it and then, without warning, biting down, and at the same time, pinching her nipples tightly again.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, her body shuddering.

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I’ve already fangirled hard on this book, and I’m so damn proud of Maggie for joining our little Black Light family with this release!! Don’t wait to snag a copy either for FREE on Kindle Unlimited, or just $2.99!

Amazon: 1-click now!

‘Black Light: Suspended’ can be read as a standalone in the multi-author Black Light series, but if you want to go back to the beginning and catch up on all the devious fun that happens at the Black Light BDSM club, you still can!

Infamous Love (Black Light Prequel) by Livia Grant
Black Light: Rocked (Book 1) by Livia Grant
Black Light: Exposed (Book 2) by Jennifer Bene
Black Light: Valentine Roulette Boxset (Book 3) by Various Authors

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Want more of Maggie Ryan?

USA Today and #1 International Bestselling and Multi-award Winning Author in Victorian/ Historical, Contemporary, and Western Erotic Romance.

Fantasy is a world that offers endless possibilities. Whether you travel back in time to when the plains were open, take a journey to the cobblestone streets of London, take a stroll along the beach or walk through the streets of some foreign country, every letter of every word offers infinite possibilities. I love to write stories that take a reader on a journey, one they can disappear into and experience what might have been or what is to come. I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I hope you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with me. Happy Reading!

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#MusicMonday – Crazy in Love (remix)

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Today’s #MusicMonday is one that you have probably ALL HEARD and it’s the ‘Crazy in Love’ remix that Beyonce did the for the first 50 Shades of Grey movie. Now, whether or not you liked the books/movies, this song was fucking awesome from the moment it came out, and it’s lived on almost every writing playlist I’ve had since then. It’s just a wicked slow down remix with Beyonce’s awesome voice, and everything about it just screams sex. Which is exactly what you need buzzing in your ears sometimes when you’re writing dirty dirty things like I was this weekend. I hope you enjoy it, lovelies!

Favorite Lyrics

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no

You got me looking, so crazy my baby

I’m not myself lately I’m foolish, I don’t do this

I’ve been playing myself, baby I don’t care

Baby your love’s got the best of me

Your love’s got the best of me

Baby your love’s got the best of me

Baby you’re making a fool of me

You got me sprung and I don’t care who sees

Cause baby you got me, you got me, oh you got me, you got me

I look and stare so deep in your eyes

I touch on you more and more every time

When you leave I’m begging you not to go

Call your name two or three times in a row

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I’m feeling and my pride is the one to blame

And I still don’t understand

Just how your love could do what no one else can

‘Crazy in Love’ (remix) by Beyonce

Ask Me Anything: How do you deal with past abuse + a love of BDSM?

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This is a very personal post in the #AskMeAnything series, and no one actually asked me about it, but I feel like it has some merit in the BDSM discussions we normally have on the AMA. Curious what the #AskMeAnything normally is? Check out the first post over here.

TRIGGER WARNING: Do not read this post if descriptions of child abuse will disturb or upset you. Just read something else. Here, I found this article about puppies which is way fucking better.

All good? Okay. Read on if you want to.

Q: How do you deal with past abuse and a love of BDSM?

A: Welllll, shit, lovelies. This week, I actually got a lot done. I knocked out stuff at work, I knocked out almost 10k on my current work-in-progress (WIP), and I ALSO got news from someone in my family that they had done research into the family history and decided to look up information on my father. Now, this person had no reason to know why this would be a poor choice, a bad idea in general, and the shit that has happened this week due to their “reveal” of this information is not the focus of this post.

The main thing you need to know before we keep going is the only piece of good news I got from that unwelcome research – he’s dead, and has been for years. I’m going to throw a tiny parade at the end of this post, and if you feel like joining me, file in. Feel free to skip ahead to the BDSM stuff below the backstory if you want.

So, here’s where you get to know more information than you probably ever wanted to know about a random author on the internet, but my father was a bastard. He abused my mom, he abused me, and he was a fucking nightmare. I literally used to have nightmares about him, but I’ve grown out of them. My grandparents pulled a Lifetime made-for-TV movie-esque escape for my mom and I when I was two. They drove over night to get to my parent’s house when my father left for work on an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico, spent an entire day packing up everything in the house my mother wanted to take with her, and then we all left the next day. My mother and I spent a week in a women’s shelter in south Texas while everyone looked for an apartment for us that my mom could afford on her single income (not so hot in the 1980’s) and then once we were settled there was more drama that I don’t remember at all because I was two.

The things I do know for sure? My father threatened to kill me and my mother, but no one believed my mother (except my grandparents). When she divorced him the courts said he had to have visitation with me, because there was no proof of abuse (i.e. photographic evidence by the time she filed). I then spent three more years “visiting” with him, where he continued to abuse me (thankfully not sexually) until my mom and I moved to a different city, where my mom got a much better paying job (enough to put me in a “real” daycare center, instead of staying with family friends) and that’s when official people noticed the bruises, marks, etc. CPS got involved, I was only 5 so I was assigned a representative who would “act as me” in court. I got photographed, recorded talking about all the insane shit he did, and when all of that was rolled out in court, my father signed away his parental rights, which I assume was in lieu of jail time, but since this is Texas… who the fuck knows. I do know for sure that since that time he has not legally been my father, and there was a restraining order against him until I turned 18 and became an adult.

Then, on my 18th birthday he mailed me a cheap birthday card with a handwritten, 2 page letter (front and back) on notebook paper that outlined in psychotic ramblings why I was the only reason he abused my mother or me. Basically saying that an age 0 – 5 year old could “tempt him to violence” and “off-set the wheel of time”. Those are the only real quotes I remember from that letter that sent me into a panic attack.

Wonderful, right? Right…..

I’ve always been a little odd, and I know this. I’ve seen so many therapists, been on so much medication (on and off), where people tried to “fix me”, and eventually I just decided that I was done. I am who I am, and that person is not a victim, and fuck everything else. Fuck my diagnoses, fuck the opinions of various therapists, and fuck the labels. I may be a little twisted, a little not normal, and quite a bit damaged in the whole forming-long-term-emotionally-stable-relationships department, but I like me. I like who I am.

And you know what else I am, and always have been to my memory?

Kinky.

This is where the name of this post comes in, so feel free to skip down to here if you don’t want to hear my “sob story”.

So, if you’ve followed along you know my kinks. I love to play rough in the BDSM community. I’m a masochist and a painslut. I get off on pain, I like rough sex, I like submission, I like having a strong, alpha-male Dom who is just as emotionless as I am, and all of this makes me happy.

That has, seriously, been one of the biggest issues I’ve dealt with this week. Going through the above sentence over, and over, and over to remind myself of what I like. The things I’ve liked for over half my life at this point. Regardless of my history, my personal experiences, I have still developed my own kinks, my own needs, and they do make me happy and – as I always like to say on these AMA posts around BDSM – that is okay.

I had to say that to myself a lot this week. I spent about … three hours in the middle of the night having a full-blown anxiety attack on the phone with the Dom and it was the same line he kept telling me as I vented about everything. It is okay. It is okay. It is okay.

Now, you may be wondering why I’m so freaked out by it?

Why would past abuse be connected to BDSM?

Well, here’s the deal. Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn’t. Personally, I hate the idea that people who are abused as children A) turn into abusers, or B) turn into twisted sexual deviants. It’s bullshit fed into the media by a bunch of assholes who were probably not abused as children, and therefore do not get to speak on the subject. I’m a very successful person, I have a great day job, I write sexy sexy books as a second job, I have a child (who I, btw, do not abuse), and in general I’d say my friends think I’m a pretty cool person to know.

It absolutely infuriates me that simply by existing as who I am, I somehow support the second claim on that list. And I fucking wish (more than I can even describe) that I could know with absolute certainty if I would have been kinky without the childhood I went through, and there are SO MANY examples of that being possible. For example, my Dom was not abused and is the matching puzzle piece to my kinky persuasion. I have a lot of friends in the community who were not abused, and are just as masochistic and kinky. Which means that people with totally well-adjusted, not-abusive childhoods can be active, fun members of the BDSM community,  just like me.

So, what’s bothering you, and how does that matter in your BDSM lifestyle?

What drives me mad, and always has, is that I do know that some very specific elements of my kink are rooted in my abuse. My therapists had a lot of shitty (and judgmental) opinions about it… but I know a few things for sure.

First, I took the strongest memories of that abuse and made them mine. I took the power away from those memories. My father’s favorite thing to use was his belt, and now my favorite implement in play is a belt. Except, when a Dom uses a belt with me I have full control over it, and, also, they never use the metal fastenings on me. I can safeword, I can stop it with a word, and that is empowering. My father used to drink himself into unconsciousness, and so to make sure I didn’t wander or go somewhere I wasn’t supposed to, he used to tie me to furniture. Now? I like bondage. Yep, that’s fucked up. You can go ahead and nod your head, or look shocked at your screen, because yes, that is really fucked up, but the thing is that when bondage happens in BDSM – I am still in control. I can end it. I can say a word and make it all stop. So, once again? empowering.

Second, I also know that some of the memories of my abuse have permanently fucking ruined certain things for me. Most of all? I am perfectly fine with name calling, but I cannot be called ‘wench’ by anyone without physically flinching and shutting down for a minute or two. This is because this was the endearing ‘pet name’ my father chose for me, because he used to have me bring him beer from the fridge (he even tied a dog toy to the fridge handle so I could open it easier). So, a Dom can call me bitch, slut, whore, cunt, slave, what-the-fuck-ever, but if they accidentally call me wench – game over, bro. Safeword time. I’m out. THIS ESPECIALLY SUCKS, because in my non-BDSM time I love doing Ren Faires with my friends, and the word ‘wench’ gets thrown around quite liberally, and so I spend a lot of those days blocking out use of the word, reminding myself that no one is calling ‘my name’.

Alright, but does abuse = a love of BDSM?

Nope. Nopity nope, fucking no. Absolutely not. There are so many people who dealt with abuse and are not involved in the BDSM community. There are also people who were involved in abuse and enjoy the fantasies of abusive like situations in books, porn, etc. but they would never even want to participate in a safe, sane, consensual type situation in real life that resembled them. And then there are those who were abused, and happened to end up in the BDSM community. And I’m sure they have the same questions I spent this week asking myself, and my Dom, and the universe: Would I still like these things if my life had been different? Would I like different things? Would I have a more socially acceptable outlook on relationships and sex? Would I be vanilla?

The point is… we don’t know.

And we never will. Brain chemistry is pretty much still magic when it comes to science. Sure, they know *some* things about brain chemistry, and we’ve identified some artificially built chemicals that can help with some weird brain chemistry stuff and packaged them into medications, but if you’ve ever listened to nerdy science podcasts (like I do at random) you’ll learn that scientists are pretty open about how very little they understand about the brain, and DNA, and the entire concept of nature vs. nurture.  Could my brain chemistry have been different before my abuse? Totally possible. Could it be possible that I was genetically pre-determined by my DNA to be a kinky, sexy, fun BDSM fanatic who would one day write books that celebrate this absolutely incredible lifestyle that helps and supports so many kick-ass people (whether they’re active in it or not)? Yep, ALSO POSSIBLE.

We just don’t know, and because of that… we just have to accept who we are.

No matter what your history is, your current health state, your life experiences… you have a choice to be who you want to be (without trying to figure out if that other thing is the ultimate cause of this thing you do now). Now, I’ve already admitted in this hellaciously long blog post that I spent several days this week losing my mind because that family member sent me a bunch of info on he-who-shall-not-be-named, and I kept my Dom up until past 2am in the morning freaking out on the phone because I was trying to answer all of those questions. It just took a long breakdown to get back to the place I had been before the terrible *surprise* gift from that family member. The place where I’d already accepted my history, and accepted who I am now. Recognized the fucked up similarities, and then reminded myself that, I am who I am, and I like me.

I like me in all of my fucked-upness, and I happen to have some pretty wonderful people in my life that also accept my fucked-upness.

In that respect, I am damn fucking lucky, and in celebration of my nightmare fuel being dead & buried, and all of my wonderful friends who love me for me… it’s parade time.

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Thankful Thursday

I cannot even believe it’s #ThankfulThursday already, lovelies! This week has been so busy it’s flown by, which is a nice thing since I get to spend all day Saturday at a music festival! In fact, the friend I’m going with is the one who chose today’s hottie and we drool over pictures of Jason Momoa on the regular. You can bet we’ll be at the theater when Aquaman comes out! Drooling alllll over the screen. So, between writing dirty dirty stories and drinking with good music and good friends, I know I’m going to have an awesome weekend – what about you? Anything fun? Anything exciting? Or do you just want to stare at Jason Momoa until Friday arrives so you can sleep? TELL ME!

 

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Alpha Daddy’ by Ava Sinclair!

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Ava Sinclair and I share a special, and mildly obsessive, love of Amanda Palmer’s music (and Neil Gaiman’s writing) and we stumbled on this fact a few months ago and have since had our random little fangirling sessions together over messenger. WHICH IS WHY when I saw she had a hot new release I knew I had to share it with all of you, because not only is it sexy, but Ava ‘Victoria’ Sinclair is also a kickass person too!

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Alpha Daddy

When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota’s people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota’s only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.

Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.

Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn’t long before Carly’s defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota’s knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.

Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly’s firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?

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Teaser

He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.

There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.

“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”

“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.

“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”

His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”

“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”

The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.

“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.

“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”

It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.

“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”

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WOWZA. Shifters + sexy alphas + kink? You know you’re going to want to 1-click this one, lovelies!

Amazon: Buy now!

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Ava Sinclair is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.

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Music Monday – Straight Shooter

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It’s #MusicMonday and I had the great pleasure of spending Friday with my amazing and wonderful friend Livia Grant writing and hanging out and drinking wine and… basically lounging in a hotel room together and never leaving our yoga pants! It was fantastic, and in-between the writing one of our favorite things is to play songs for each other. We run through our current favorites and when I played ‘Straight Shooter’ by Skylar Grey she instantly shazam’d it and we ooh’d and aah’d together over the fantastic rhythm and the kick-ass lyrics. Of course, that meant I had to share it with all of you for Music Monday this week! ENJOY!

Lyrics

Married into this family, and I’m datin’ a bunch of outlaws.

Even the children drawing guns out of little crayon box,

playing with scissors, cuttin’ straight to the point,

Don’t need to beat around the bush, we takin’ shots to the groin.

Take what I want, take what I need, and do it all with dignity.

Say what I want, say what I need,

and I don’t need you to agree.

I don’t spit before I fuck it,

got a, got a hand on my pistol in my pocket.

I don’t play nice, I’m not a shit-talker,

I’m a straight shooter, now just give me the money, honey.

Straight shooter now just give me the money, honey.

Straight shooter now just give me the money…

Got a hand on my pistol in my pocket,

I’m a straight shooter, and just give me the money, honey.

I ain’t kissin’ no ass, but I’m makin’ out like a bandit.

I’m brutally honest when I’m mouthin’ off, here’s a bandage

They say I’m savvy for my age and savage as any devil,

but at least I’m no imposter strapped in Jesus sandals.

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Dear, all the beauty with the lonely frames.

Who whispers every word you want to hear?

Evil is either underneath our graves,

and poison all the flowers in her hair…

 

‘Straight Shooter’ by Skylar Grey

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Thankful Thursday

It’s #ThankfulThursday and the chaos that is my day job doesn’t matter at all because I GET TO SEE Livia Grant TONIGHT! She’s in town for *her* day job and that makes all the crazy this week worth it. Binge-writing nights with her are my absolute favorite and I’m just lucky she loves me enough to stay extra and let me sneak into her hotel room. ^_^ In honor of all the insanity this week, I bring you this absolutely gorgeous hottie to help summon the weekend early if at *all* possible.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Undercover Daddy by Katherine Deane!

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I totally meant to post this exciting new release from Katherine Deane last week (because I helped her celebrate!) but I totally flaked out. Trust me though, this is a HOT book and I know you’re going to enjoy it. ^_^

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Undercover Daddy

Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than to live up to her father’s legacy on the police force, but when she bungles a major drug bust she ends up placed on administrative leave. Her chance to redeem herself comes in the form of an assignment working alongside Sergeant Connor Doyle, her father’s former partner and protégé.

Some of the contestants in a kink-themed charity pageant have been receiving ominous messages, and Connor and Alex have been tasked with going undercover at the event. He will be her daddy dom, and they will need to do whatever is necessary to play the part convincingly.

Connor jumps at the opportunity to take Alex in hand, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But when the punishment is over she is left aching for his touch, and before she knows it she is writhing in ecstasy as her stern, sexy daddy brings her to a shattering climax over his knee.

Alex and Connor find themselves slipping naturally into their roles as their investigation gets underway, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a dominant man makes love to a woman, their passion is more intense than she ever thought possible. But when the mission puts both of their lives at risk, will their newfound romance survive?

Publisher’s Note: Undercover Daddy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Teaser

“Um, if you’re going to spank me again, please don’t. I already went through two pairs of panties just getting ready for this thing,” she said.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled. “I’ll save the rest of tonight’s spankings for when you act like you need it. Do you want Daddy to spank your naughty, little bottom in front of a room full of people?”

Her sudden intake of breath hissed and her cheeks reddened even more.

“How about if I take your bloomers down and punish you for making us late? I’ll take your lollipop away and tell you how disappointed I am in your behavior.”

She whimpered as he towered above her. God, he loved playing with this woman.

“I’ll spank your bare bottom right there until you beg your Daddy to have mercy. All those people watching you struggle and fight over my lap. Watching your cheeks redden by my hard hand. Listening to the smacks echo throughout the room. Do you want that, baby girl?”

“Oh.” Her breathing was rapid, and her chest fell and rose faster than he had ever seen it.

He had never pegged her as the exhibitionist type, but after this reaction he was willing to explore a little more.

“Dang it, Connor.” She grimaced and shook her head. “Now I need to go change my undies again. Stop doing that to me.”

He held up a finger, stopping her in her tracks, her eyes widening when she saw the gleam in his. “Give them to me.”

SO HOT……..and here’s one more teaser because I just can’t resist!

“Are you going to do what I think you are?” He didn’t know whether he was more offended by the thought or turned on.

“If you mean, am I going to go grab my bullet vibe, play with my clit for up to a minute and a half and see how quickly I can orgasm, then yes. It’s in my bag in the bathroom.”

“Like hell you are, little girl. I not only find that extremely offensive, but I also find it really, really offensive. I’m right here.”

“Beat two minutes, and I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

“Ninety seconds and you’ll owe me a favor later,” he growled.

She looked at her watch. “Your time starts in three, two, oof!”

He threw her down on the bed and wasted no time pulling her skirt up. Having no panties on saved a few seconds. He brought his hand crashing down, hard onto the center of her pale cheeks, setting a punishing pace. “I can’t believe you were going to masturbate when I’m right here.” He spanked her hard and steady and she moaned as she ground her pelvis into the bed. “Oh no, little brat. You don’t get to stroke yourself. That’s my job.”

He flipped her over onto her back, pulled her legs up in the air, and smacked the entire section of her ass down to her thighs, even making contact with her engorged pussy a few times. “You want to top from the bottom, baby. Daddy’s going to make you scream.”

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Unnnfffff, so hot! I’m not even into the Daddy Dom stuff, but the way Katherine Deane writes just makes me all kinds of hot and bothered!! You gotta 1-click this now!

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Want more of Katherine Deane?

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

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