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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Maddox’ by Alta Hensley & Maggie Ryan!

I already adore Alta and Maggie, but having them pair up for some kink-filled new trilogy has to be a belated Christmas present. And trust me, I’m not the only one freaking out. Check out this quote from USA Today Bestselling Tabitha Black, “Maddox is such a delicious combination of alpha male and protector that you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for him.” Yum, right? Check out this teaser below and then 1-click away!

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Maddox (The Black Stallion Trilogy Book 1)

USA Today Bestselling Authors Maggie Ryan and Alta Hensley join forces to bring you the first novel in this action-packed, romantic suspense trilogy full of bad boys and the women who love them.

Power… danger… desire

Maddox Steele, along with his two brothers and father, lives by one code: Help all in need. Even if it means saving those who walk among the most sinister criminals in the world. Known as The Black Stallions, their mission is simple – provide rescue and safety to the underground.

Adira Nazar has no idea her entire life is about to explode into a million pieces. With her life in extreme danger, her only choice is to hand over complete trust to a dark and mysterious man she has never met before… Maddox Steele.

Just another job…

Someone to protect like all the others…

But when Maddox sets eyes on Adira, all bets are off. She is his save, and he’s determined to make sure that nothing happens to this exotic beauty trapped in a ruthless world.

Tucked away at The Black Stallion Ranch, and with the few clues they have, can the Steeles put together the pieces in time to save her, or will they lose Adira to the clutches of darkness?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains graphic sex and BDSM elements.

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Teaser

The way she said “Sir” with a definite tone of respect was so different than how she’d said it those first couple of times when she was simply parroting his demanding she use the word. Now her respectful tone suggested she was truly bestowing the title of “Sir” to him and though the word were wonderful to hear, it was the look in her eyes, the way she arched to him, the feel of her hand dropping to his cock that had him pressing her down into the mattress. His lips sucked in a nipple, his tongue stroking across the puckered point, giving it a nip before moving to her other breast. She arched beneath him. His palm was splayed on her abdomen and with her movement, he looked down. The glimmer in her navel had him bending to run the tip of his tongue around her belly button. He’d caught a glimpse of the diamond stud in the hollow of her navel before, both on the boat that first night as well as when she’d laid splayed on her bed earlier that night. But, now, with her beneath him, he gave it a much closer look and admitted it was sexy as hell.

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Trust me, the way people are reacting to this book, I can’t WAIT to get a spare night to read it. Intense and hot, right? I think it’s time to 1-click this baby and sink your nails into Maddox!

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Want more of Alta and Maggie?

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in Dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, and historical. She writes the naughty… and then the cure for it. Being a multi-published author in the power exchange genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

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A USA Today and #1 international best selling author, Maggie Ryan has been writing stories as long as she can remember. She enjoys writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. She loves developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. Her heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. Her heroes recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. She enjoys sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. She also enjoys writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn’t have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today’s present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. Her hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow her books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.


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Music Monday – The Devil Within

It’s #MusicMonday again and I’ve got “The Devil Within” from Digital Daggers for you, and I can already tell you, lovelies, that you’re going to love this song from the first verse. Just wicked and intense from the beginning, and she has the sweetest voice as she says all these creepy, fucked up things. I LOVE IT. Of course, cause I’m twisted like that. But really, scroll down and hit play, and listen to this!

Favorite Lyrics

I will keep quiet,

you won’t even know I’m here.

You won’t suspect a thing,

you won’t see me in the mirror.

But I crept into your heart,

you can’t make me disappear,

til I make you.

I made myself at home

in the cobwebs and the lies,

I’m learning all your tricks,

I can hurt you from inside.

I made myself a promise

you would never see me cry,

til I make you.

You’ll never know what hit you!

Won’t see me closing in!

I’m gonna make you suffer.

This hell you put me in,

I’m underneath your skin.

The devil within…

You’ll never know what hit you.

I will be here

when you think you’re all alone.

Seeping through the cracks,

I’m the poison in your bones.

My love is your disease,

I won’t let it set you free,

til I break you.

 

‘The Devil Within’ by Digital Daggers

Ask Me Anything: What kind of relationship do you have with your Dom?

It’s Sunday, and that means Ask Me Anything day! This week I was talking to my friend Measha Stone (a fabulous author, check out her website) and she challenged me to discuss my relationship with my Dom, because we’re a little … different. If you’re curious about what the AMA is, check out the explanation on the first one (read that over here if you like). Enjoy!

Q: What kind of relationship do you have with your Dom?

A: Ahhh, this question. I’ve had a lot of conversations with friends about the unique relationship I have with my Dom, and when Measha suggested I talk about in on Ask Me Anything, I figured that it would be a perfect thing to cover this weekend, especially following my “Being Type-A and Submissive” AMA from last week.

My Dom and I are both very driven people, very Type-A perfectionists, and so I’m lucky that he understands that side of me and my drive to do everything at 100mph without stopping to breathe (usually until I have some kind of mini-breakdown, and then he’s there to pick up the pieces and remind me I’m not a horrible trainwreck of a failure). In short, if you don’t want to read this whole thing: he’s there for me, and I’m there for him, and we have a lot of kinky fun sex.

But what’s so different about your relationship?

Well, the big reveal here is that we are not monogamous. I was married a few years ago and one of the things that broke it down was that my ex decided that he was no longer okay with me playing with other people, specifically women. I’m bisexual and I was always upfront that if I married him, I wouldn’t be okay never touching a woman again. He was fine with that … for a few years, and then he changed his mind. About the same time he changed his mind on kink, and having fun, and ever doing anything. Can you see why I got divorced?

Anyway the result of having to go through a divorce made one thing very clear to me. A) I’ll never get married again, because it was a nightmare to get out of, and B) I’d never be monogamous again. I know that it’s just not something I can do, and so now I’m extremely up front about it, and clear that I won’t change my mind on it. Just like I’m clear that I’m a submissive and a masochist/painslut and so if that stops, I won’t be sticking around either. When I first met my Dom he was attracted to my intelligence and my masochism (his words) because he’s a sadist, and a definite alpha-Dom, and he likes to play hard – which not everyone can handle. So, we saw each other for a while unofficially, and we were both seeing other people, and then because I got busy and life got in the way, there was a period of several months where I only saw him / played with him / fucked him. This led to a delightful misunderstanding that I had decided to be monogamous, which I shattered when I told him I wanted to play with someone we had met at the club.

Yikes – what happened?

We talked about it. (See? I practice what I preach!) Yep, we talked and talked and talked in our strange hyper-logical, unemotional way. He admitted to struggling with the idea of me being “his” but also playing with other people. And the challenging thing to explain to people who don’t have an open relationship is that my Dom is my primary, and if he really objected to someone – then I wouldn’t play with them. We talk whenever I want to go play with someone, but I don’t have to ask permission… it’s more that I ask if he’s okay with me playing on that particular night, and if he has any knowledge from our community about the potential play partner. Now, the first night I played after “the talk” was with that Dom I mentioned before, and it was difficult. He worried about me the whole night, because this guy was a very clear sadist and he’d met him so he knew it, and then he got angry (not at me, just in general) with the idea of someone else touching me, and told me he spent about four hours at the heavy bag in his garage letting out that aggression. But you know what happened next? We talked again. And again. And again. And I explained that feeling boxed in, trapped, would make me run faster than anything else. He said that he wanted me exactly as I was and he just needed to realign his Dom brain to encompass the idea that I would be with other people than just him.

So my Dom read books. A lot of books. Because that’s what he does when he struggles with something, and he now has a small library on open relationships, polyamory (which we are not), and swinging. Then, he started to play with others again, and to be honest he plays with others way more frequently than I do because he has the time, and that has made a huge difference over the 2 years we’ve been together. He “gets it” now, and we’re solid. Great. Fantastic.

You said you have an ‘open relationship’ but isn’t that the same thing as polyamory?

Nope. An open relationship literally means that neither side is expected to be monogamous, but we treat each other as the core relationship and everything else is just fun. Polyamory is exactly what the word means ‘many loves’ – and I’d have to be “in love” with my Dom to even broach that… which is a whole separate issue that I will do my best to explain before you all panic. I’m a very caring person, I adore my friends, I am protective and loyal and will go out of my way to help someone “in my circle”, but I don’t fall in love. Just the idea of my Dom saying “I love you” makes me feel like I’m bordering on a panic attack, because I know I can’t return it. This is yet another complicated thing that I suck at explaining, but the gist of it is that I don’t connect on that level. I just can’t, and I’m sure it’s because of a lot of crap that happened when I was a kid, but at the end of the day, I need someone in my life who is okay with me never saying the magical “L” word, because I’m not going to mean it if I do.

So, what DO you say to each other?

His favorite line when we’re in a serious / borderline emotional (which neither of us are) conversation is: “You are very important to me.” And I know that is true. He puts me first, he would do anything in his power for me, and he cares about my health, wellness, and happiness. He is important to me as well. We talk on the phone every single night (unless it’s impossible) and I have told him that I care about him, because I do. But, unlike the fabulous things I read and write in our genre, we’re not a love story. We’re not even romantic. We’re kinky as fuck, we are great in bed together, and he likes to hurt me until I’m crying and coming like the twisted little masochist/painslut I am because it gets him off too. In short? We’re perfect for each other.

And for all the complications I’ve talked about in who I am, and who we are – our relationship is actually pretty uncomplicated. We are loyal to each other, and we are each other’s primary relationship – and any other play/sex/fun is secondary, peripheral to what we have together which encompasses great conversations, good company, and a shared taste in dark humor. He can play with anyone he wants, and I can play with anyone I want. When I’m in his house I serve, I obey (and I often do in other situations as well). More importantly, I am always his, because I’ve agreed to be. He’s my Dom, my Master in our own version of the kink (I got pierced last year as a version of a collar, 4 rings in my labia).

And this is what BDSM is all about.

It’s about finding out what works for you, what YOU need, and then seeking it out. It’s about talking through your needs and seeing if your partner can meet you there. It’s about give and take (although he gives so much more than I do in my opinion, but he would argue that point). And it’s about respecting the major rule in the community, that play should be safe, sane, and consensual, but all of the other rules can bend. In fact, there are a lot of OPINIONS in BDSM, but there are no hard and fast rules when it comes to how you label yourself or what you do. Kink comes in a billion different flavors, and you pick and choose what works for you and your partner. It’s what makes it so fucking amazing.

So, are we odd? Yes. Are we fantastic together? Absolutely yes. Do we have mindblowing sessions and incredible sex and still sometimes go out to dinner and talk for hours about a million things? Fuck yes.

I always say how lucky I am to have found him, and because he’s insane enough to like me he says that he’s lucky too.

And really, I have to agree with both of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS – I hope you enjoyed this peek into my relationship, and I hope it doesn’t change your opinion of me too much! Remember to send me your own Ask Me Anything and maybe next time I’ll answer your question! Hope 2017 is going well for you so far!

Cover Reveal: ‘Black Light: Exposed’!!

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I am so excited to share this new cover from Eris Adderly, for Book 2 in the Black Light series! It comes out in ONE WEEK, on January 14th, and I can’t wait for you all to have it. Check out the blurb below, stare at the hottie on the cover, and then share, share, SHARE!

 



BLURB:


Maddie O’Neill has always wanted to be a reporter, but after two years in Washington, D.C. working at a daily coupon paper, she can feel her dreams slipping through her fingers. Suddenly, with a single phone call from a friend at The Washington Post, everything changes. They have an open position, and he wants her to have it.


 


There’s just one problem – he wants a story first, and she has one chance to impress him.


 


With the deadline for the job fast approaching, Maddie finds herself spending her nights inside Runway, investigating why the elite of the nation’s capitol are showing up at the hottest new club in the city. None of it makes sense until she stumbles upon a secret buried beneath its floors, and walks right into the arms of Thomas Hathaway. Gorgeous and dominant, with a sinful smile, he is more than willing to show the feisty redhead just how he likes to play inside the exclusive BDSM club, Black Light.


 


Now Maddie is trapped in a web of lies, getting tied up in ropes by one of the hottest congressmen in the House, and as she sinks deeper into this world of pain and pleasure she knows she will have to make a tough choice before time runs out. But will she follow her dreams or her heart?


 


Get ready for spankings, bondage, drama, and heartache, as you follow Maddie and Thomas through all of your deepest fantasies in ‘Black Light: Exposed’, a stand-alone book in the Black Light Series!


 


Cover from: http://erisadderly.com/ebook-cover-design-portfolio/

Thomas spanks some answers from Maddie on #SatSpanks!

Hello, #SatSpanks lovers! I’m still sharing snippets of ‘Black Light: Exposed’ which is actually the 2nd book in the Black Light series, but it can be read as a standalone. The first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, came out in December so you can still dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January 14th!

‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, D.C. hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, a congressman, is there to play and he “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart before it’s over.

In this scene, Thomas has just tied Maddie over a chair and he’s getting ready to spank her. But now that he’s got her tied down, he wants some answers from our naughty little undercover reporter…

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“I’ve got some questions for you, Maddie.” He stood, withdrawing his touch as he walked around the chair to where she couldn’t see him.

“Questions?” she asked. Wasn’t she supposed to be asking the questions?

“Yes.” Thomas’ voice was a low rumble behind her, and then the sharp sting of a spank landed on her ass. It shocked her more than it hurt, but she still gasped loudly and pulled against the rope. “Keep your heels on the floor, beautiful, and listen to me.”

“Okay.” She nodded and then another swat landed, a little harder. “I mean, yes, sir!”

“That’s a good girl.” He had a smile in his voice. “Let’s get you warmed up.” He began to spank her, sharp stings followed by warm heat that bloomed over her skin. Never truly painful, but always a shock that made her push up onto her toes before she forced her heels to press back into the carpet.

The three-inch lift from her shoes seemed to have her ass at the perfect height for him to pepper every inch of her skin, and he did. Starting out slow, with a breath or two between each smack, but then they grew faster. More intense, until the stings started to overlay one another and she knew she was squirming, tugging against the rope that slid like silk across her wrists without giving an inch. Murmuring incoherent pleas that she bit down on, because she knew he was being gentle, that the teasing burn he was building was nothing more than that – a tease.

Because she’d had spanks like this before, and she wanted to know what came next.

“There.” He stopped, running his hand over the warm skin of her ass, and she could feel the low heat in it as he squeezed. “So beautiful… all pink and ready to play. Are you ready, Maddie?”

The bravery came from some dark, hungry place inside her, but she nodded and pushed her voice to give more than a whisper. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, now tell me the truth. Were you invited here tonight?”

“Yes, sir.” A hard spank landed on her right cheek, and she cried out as the shock made her gasp. “What the –”

“Want to try that again? Remember, honesty is important.” His hand brushed over the place he’d just struck, and she shivered. “Were you invited here tonight, Maddie?”

“Yes, sir.” She lied again, and this time the swat to her other cheek was even sharper. It was a burst of fiery sting that made her bounce her hips trying to settle it, and if her hands hadn’t been bound she would have reached back to soothe the skin.

Thomas leaned over her back, the brush of his shirt across her ribs making her shiver. “See, I don’t think that’s true, beautiful. It’s in the rules that any member bringing a guest has to be present. So, either your friend broke the rules and didn’t meet you, or you heard about this place from someone who should not have been talking about it and you tried to come in on your own.” He pressed an all-too-gentle kiss to her ribs, and she drew in a shuddering breath as her nerves ramped up. “And I sincerely doubt that anyone would invite you and then not be here to play with someone so impeccably beautiful. So… which is it?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Maddie?” His voice had that edge in it again, that chastising tone that made her want to apologize for things she couldn’t possibly admit.

“You’re right, I, um, I heard about it, but I can’t tell you their name. It’s my fault, not theirs… sir.” Another lie, but this was one she hoped he’d believe.

“So, you planned to just come in here and… what? Offer yourself to the first Dom that wanted to play?” He delivered a hard spank to the place where her ass met her thighs and it hurt even more, forcing her up onto her toes before she dropped her heels again.

She nodded, agreeing to the lie. “Yes! Yes, sir. I just wanted to see it.”

Thomas laughed low, standing up behind her. Another hard swat, but she gritted her teeth to stifle the whine. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Maddie… and while I’m very glad I was the one to find you, I don’t like it when subs lie to me, and I like it even less when they put themselves at risk. Anyone could have offered to let you in.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Not a lie. Guilt surged inside her, and she felt bad for continuing to lie, but there was no way out now. She was in, she’d already seen one senator embroiled in this devious little underground sex club, and where there was one – there had to be more. A whole new, exciting layer to the Jaxson Davidson scandal.

It had front page written all over it.

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I think Maddie might be getting more than she bargained for when she agreed to play with Thomas, but as she dives into the kinkier side of life this reporter is going to get a hell of a lot more than a story. The book should be LIVE this time next week, so don’t miss it! In the mean time, check out these other authors below!

Thankful Thursday

Well, lovelies, today’s #ThankfulThursday may be arriving later than usual, but it was a pretty crazy day all around for me. I’m about to dive back into edits on a kinky little anthology story that will come out in February, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you! In the mean time, last week we had a hottie’s backside – and this week we’re getting a front view. YUMMY!

It’s play time for Maddie on #WIP Wednesday!

We’re officially back in 2017 with the #WIP Wednesday bloghop, and it’s all thanks to Meredith O’Reilly! I’m still sharing snippets of ‘Black Light: Exposed’ which is  actually the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, came out in December so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January 14th!

‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, D.C. hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, a congressman, is there to play and he “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart before it’s over.

In this scene, Maddie and Thomas are about to play for the first time. But it’s all just research for the story, right?

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Stepping behind her Thomas pulled her back to reality as he brushed his hands across her shoulders, down her arms, before transferring them to her waist. He settled his grip at the swell of her hips, pulling her firmly back against him, and there was no mistaking the erection pressing against her ass. “We’re going to use the club’s safe words, Maddie. Yellow if you want me to slow down, and red if you want me to stop. I will always respect them and listen for them, and I want you to repeat them for me so I know you remember them.”

There was a buzzing in her ears, an intense rush in her bloodstream that made it hard to focus, but she managed it as she shifted her hips against him to the rhythm of the low music. “Yellow if I need you to slow down, red if I want you to stop.”

He stilled her movements with a groan, digging his fingers more firmly into her hips. “You will not hesitate to use them. Promise me.”

“I promise.” She gasped as he slid one of his hands up her stomach to tease the underside of her breast through the infuriating barriers of the dress and bra. “Sir,” she added and he pressed his hips more firmly against her.

At least she wasn’t the only one drawn tight by their tempting discussion and the orchestra of sex around them.

“I want this dress off, are you okay removing it?” He barely finished speaking before she dropped her little purse to the floor and started reaching back for the zipper. With a soft chuckle he brushed her hands away and began to slide it south.

It was agonizingly slow, his knuckles brushing each newly bared inch of skin, and there was static electricity rushing through her in his wake. Finally, he nudged the shoulders of the dress forward and she pulled them down, letting the fabric fall to pool at her heels.

“Step out,” he commanded, and she did, his touch grazing her ankles as if he were ready to steady her in case she lost her balance. Such a tiny gesture, but it caught her attention in the oddest way. Nothing had ever been like this, no one had ever been like this. Making her somehow feel important moments after she’d met them. Feeling special, protected, even though she was in a room full of people who were now seeing her in her favorite bra and panty set.

Thank God I did laundry, she thought to herself as his fingers trailed up the outsides of her calves, her thighs, her hips, her waist, and then he cupped her breasts and pulled her back to his chest. She felt the buttons on his shirt, the strained fabric of his pants in front of his hard cock, and her body responded instantly. A surge of wetness between her thighs, her pussy slick with need, urging her forward with the pounding beat of her heart. Urging her to dive in to whatever he had planned.

“You are so gorgeous,” he whispered directly into her ear. One hand roaming lower over her soft belly, the curve of her waist, and then squeezing in at the hips she always complained were too wide – and yet, against him she believed his words. Not too pale, too curvy, too speckled by freckles, but gorgeous. “Are you blushing for me, Maddie?”

He nudged her hair away from her neck, leaving chaste kisses across the flesh leading down to her shoulder. With a quieted moan she arched against him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A low groan thrummed against her back, the rumble of it felt by her ribs. “Bend forward, arms outstretched to the other side of the chair.”

She followed his direction, pressing her hips against the arm of the chair and reaching to the other side. Thomas ran his warm hand over the swell of her ass, toying with the edge of her underwear. Then he spanked her, a sharp sting that made her jump, but she returned her hands to the other arm of the chair quickly.

“What did you forget, beautiful?”

“I don’t know,” she breathed, so beyond aroused that she was struggling to think straight. Fuck the story for the moment – this was intense, kinesthetic, experiential research.

“Whenever I give you a command, let me know you’ve heard it by saying ‘yes, sir’, alright?” There was infinite patience in his voice, and she nodded as she looked down at the dark brown leather of the chair’s seat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmmm, I do love the way that sounds when you say it.” Thomas Hathaway, her tall, gorgeous, incredibly hot savior ran his hand over the place he’d just swatted, squeezing the flesh in a firm grip. “Stay right here, do not move. I’m getting something to tie you up with.”

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Purrrrrrr… I want a kinky congressman of my very own! The good news is you lovelies will have this book in just a couple of weeks! My editor is looking over it again, my friend is working on the cover design, and I’ll be sharing that soon! Watch for the cover reveal, and in the mean time look at these other snippets below on the #WIP Wednesday blog hop!

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Emma’s Surrender’ by Amelia Smarts!

“How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.” I am so excited to bring you guys this book because the moment I saw this line from Amelia, I knew it was a book that I’d love and so would many of you. Delicious! This is a teaser you’ll want to take a minute or two to read through before you go 1-click the book!

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Emma’s Surrender

When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.

Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.

To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.

In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?

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Teaser

“You can’t do this!” she snarled at him. “I am not your… plaything!” she spat. “Or your pet. You can’t command me and expect me to roll over like a dog.”

His eyes narrowed into a predatory stare, and he chuckled darkly. “I can, I will, and you should know better than to come between a wolf and his meal, pet,” he said, using her own word.

He drew himself up so that he stood towering over her. With a callused hand, he grabbed an ankle, flipped her on her stomach, and gave her bottom a smack. She let out a surprised squeal when his hand fell again, stinging the same place. He continued to strike the flat of his palm in measured splats across each cheek. She yelped at each swat but enjoyed the punishment so much that she pressed her bottom into his hand every time it fell. How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.

His victorious laugh filled the room. “Oh, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you, pet?” he said as his palm crashed against her bare skin for the final time.

When she didn’t answer, he wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged her head up so that they were cheek to cheek. “Aren’t you?” he growled.

“Yes!” she gasped, her scalp and bottom tingling, her stomach somersaulting.

The stubble of his beard scraped her cheek lightly as he moved his lips to the shell of her ear. “Say it,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl, trying to deny what I want to the man who can give it to me.’”

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OMG, so hot, right? I love it already, and even better Amelia is letting you read the first chapter for FREE on her Blog: https://ameliasmarts.com/emmas-surrender-by-amelia-smarts/. This guy is clearly going to make for some very hot scenes with our reluctant heroine!

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Music Monday – Insomnia

Oh, lovelies, the song for this #MusicMonday is Insomnia by IAMX and it’s one of those that I liked the first time I heard it, and then I heard it again when I was working late on ‘Black Light: Exposed’ and just completely fell in love. I’ve had it in my head all week, I’ve probably listened to it a hundred times, and I just adore it. There’s something to the lyrics, and the way he kind of loses it while he’s singing, that just makes Insomnia stand out. Enjoy!

Favorite Lyrics

The day is incomplete,

the thoughts of total defeat.

I don’t know what is happening to me,

or if I’ll die, ’cause I just never sleep!

You awoke into my night,

you could see the madness in my eyes.

I’ve lost control, please save me from myself.

I’ve lost control, please save me from myself.

My conscience begs for time,

’cause you can’t fight the clock ticking inside.

I’m just a bigger baby me,

acting smart, oh what irony.

Where will I end up tonight?

Getting fucked or frying my mind?

I’ve lost control, please save me from myself.

I’ve lost control, please save me from myself.

Calm me down with your caress,

I’ll get off while I watch you undress.

Maybe the sex will help me to forget

a precious, transient, schizophrenic bliss.

Oh, my god, you’re beautiful!

Why do you stay with this neurotic fool?

I’ve lost control, please save me from myself.

I’ve lost control, please save me from myself.

‘Insomnia’ by IAMX

Ask Me Anything: Can you be Type-A and submissive?

We’re back with another Ask Me Anything post, the first of the new year, so Happy 2017 everyone! Today, I’m talking about a concept that I think a lot of people have concerns about when it comes to BDSM. If you’re curious about what the AMA is, check out the explanation on the first one (read that over here if you like). Enjoy!

Q: Can you be Type-A and submissive?

A: Alright, lovelies, I’ll be honest that this question wasn’t directly asked to me, but was actually a suggested topic from my amazing friend Livia Grant after we were talking about some concerning language we’d heard from people getting involved in BDSM about what makes someone submissive or not.

There seems to be a belief out there that someone who is submissive should “act” like a submissive all the time. Meaning they’re meek, and quiet, and say “Yes, sir” even at work. They’re bumbling and shy like Anastasia Steele from 50 Shades of Grey. I’ve even heard/seen ranting posts from submissives in the community who think that this is the only way to be a REAL submissive, as if there are some secret guidelines that only the legitimate members of the BDSM community get, and if you’re not behaving the way they imagine a submissive should – then you’re out of the proverbial club.

It’s fucking ridiculous.

Being submissive is a personality trait, it’s a kink, it’s tied into romantic relationships and sexual gratification and while it is absolutely part of what defines you, it is not everything that defines you.

I’m with the most dominant, alpha-male, sadistic Dom I’ve ever been with in my entire life. He likes high protocol. When I’m in his house I don’t wear clothes, I don’t sit on furniture without permission, I say “Yes, sir” or “No, sir” when I respond or I get slapped (don’t freak out, we’re into that, it’s hot to me). I sleep with a chain collar, literally chained to his bed when we go to sleep (so fucking hot).  Seriously, he is my Dominant when I am in his house (or wherever we choose to play), and I respect him as such. I do what he says, I obey like the good little trademark submissive following all the guidelines.

But you know what I also do?

I have a full-time job where I make pretty good money. On top of my day job, I write books (obviously) and this takes a fuck of a lot of time. It’s happened more than once that he has wanted me at his house to play, and I’ve had to explain that one of my deadlines wouldn’t make that possible. I’m also intelligent, and when we’re not actively playing we have full-out debates on global politics, books, history, and a myriad of other topics – and he adores this about me. He loves it when I argue with him, because he likes the challenge, he likes how smart I am and how I can go from letting him tie me down to the spanking bench one minute and then the next be telling him he’s wrong at the kitchen table. I have actually WON ARGUMENTS with my Dom!

In addition to all of that – I have family obligations as well. I have friends. I have an entire fucking life outside of my Dom, where he is just one wonderful part of it.

To some people, that makes me a terrible submissive.

Putting others before my Dom? Putting myself before my Dom? Not being some mute, naked slave girl in the corner? THE SHAME!

The BDSM police are going to come and take my sub card away and shred it before my very eyes!!

There’s just one teensy little issue with those beliefs about submissives… I’m a sub, yes, but I’m also a person. I was a person before I even thought about BDSM. I am Type-A in the by-the-book kind of way, it’s the way my brain was wired in the same way my brain was wired to be a masochist. I’m an overachiever, and I always have been. I take on way too much and then kill myself to get it all done. (writing 3 books in 2 1/2 months is an example of this insanity) I want to be successful at my day job, it matters to me to be successful. I want to succeed in writing as well – not just because it makes me happy to write – but also because it is a job to me, and I want to do well.  I have a BA and two Master’s degrees because of this overachieving craziness. I earned a certification for work in November just because I wanted to kill myself studying for three months so I could have it. I’m not someone who depends on people. I take pride in my ability to stand on my own two feet, pay my bills, do the things I want to do, and be successful – and that? That doesn’t fit in with the traditional tropes in BDSM books.

If we were to look at some of the more popular books in the genre, we’d see that I should be directionless, lost, in need of a strong male hand to guide me towards success. It wouldn’t be that I was stupid, it would just be that I’m not driven enough to use my intelligence. And you know what? Those people exist too in the world. There are amazingly smart people who just don’t know what to do next, and having someone in their lives to guide them is just what they need. But they are not the only version of a submissive. There is no right way to be submissive, and I guess that’s really what I want to get across in this post…

Whoever you are, if you are submissive, you’re doing it right.

You can be the most bad ass bitch in the office. The corporate ball-buster. The person everyone in your life goes to so you can help solve their problems because you always have your shit together, and you are the glue that keeps the world from falling apart.

You might be the person who is quiet, unsure of themselves, scared to take the next step in your life because you want support, want to feel supported, before you can do it.

And you know what else? You might be none of those descriptions. You might just be you.

At the end of the day, as submissives, one thing is true for all of us. Our submission, the moment when we let go and turn control over to our Dominants, is a beautiful, relaxing moment. It’s that instant when no matter what your brain has been saying – it shuts up. All that matters is obeying, and we all get the same tingling thrill when we obey, when we submit, and we make them happy.

What if my Dom disagrees?

If you have a Dom in your life that wants you to quit your job, wants you to be less than you’re capable of being or want to be, then that is not a good Dom. If they are criticizing you for wanting to succeed, or putting you down when you talk about it – that’s not them being dominant, that’s them being an asshole. Submission does not mean you’re not allowed to be amazing in your own right. It doesn’t mean that you can’t have your own life, your own job, your own goals – and be phenomenal.

I’m lucky that my Dom loves my over-achieving, psycho, Type-A nature. He loves to hear about me killing it in a meeting at work, or on a project. He cheers me on when I pull out some insane word count over a weekend (even if that word count meant we didn’t get to see each other). He supports me when it comes to family stuff, and sometimes he pulls the Dom card when it comes to helping me be successful. I have a bedtime during the work week, and I have to call him every night so he can make sure I’m going to bed and not writing until 2am (which I would totally do). He tells me that I have to take care of myself, lectures me when I over-commit in my writing, or say “yes” to too many things at work. He would never tell me what to do when it comes to either of my jobs, but he will discuss them with me, and I’ve earned a few swats before because I didn’t think of my own health and sanity before taking on something new.

The way BDSM relationships work are unique to each and every couple. The best part of it is that we make our own rules, we set our own limits, we negotiate and we work together. But a BDSM relationship should never hold you back from succeeding outside of the playroom.

So, can you be Type-A and submissive?

Abso-fucking-lutely. You can be whoever you are right now and be submissive. And you know what, lovelies? That’s just one more thing that makes the BDSM community even more amazing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS – Happy New Year, lovelies! I hope this year is amazing for each and every one of you!