Interrogated, Spanked, and a Murder Investigation


Hey friends,

I have Mark S.R. Sterling here to share a bit from his brand new book. This one sounds hot! A murder investigation, a fetish dating service, hard spankings, and hot sex.  Mmmm, check out his excerpt. :) (I LOOOOOVE the cover, by the way! ;) )


Returning to the living room Carl turns the TV volume down and spins the channel to the all-news station. Then he fixes himself a scotch on the rocks. “Nikki, do you want anything?” he asks. Clearly, his case must not be solved. His tone tells me that he is still troubled with his inability to solve whatever murder he is currently working on.

“No thank you,” I say and assume my position on the couch; I lay my head on his thigh. He strokes my hair and then rests his hand on my shoulder. My hand drifts toward the bulge formed by his penis; I cup his manhood through his trousers.

After a few sips from his drink, he asks, “Have you ever heard of something called the Fantasy Connection?”

I gasp and then morph it into a cough. “Excuse me,” I say and then, “Yes, I have. Why do you ask?” What in the world can this mean? Does he know that I am largely responsible for building it?

In typical cop fashion he doesn’t answer my question, but continues, “What do you know of it?” Is he interrogating me?

“I’ve seen their ads in the entertainment handbills. It has something to do with dating…I think.”

“Do you know anyone who has used the service?”

Oh shit.

“No, I don’t think so.” I carefully tread the truth. What can this mean? I carefully work to keep my breathing even and relaxed.

“It’s just that a couple of their clients have been murdered. It seems that someone is using a stolen identity to meet and date women. When he gets them alone he kills them.”

Snapping erect I exclaim, “Oh my God…oh my…what! Two you say?” What has Lenny gotten me into! This is why he wanted me to scour the database for possible fake identities.

Carl is keenly observing my overreaction. However, he calmly continues, “We think he has killed at least three women, but only two of them were clients of the dating service. It’s a fetish service. That is, they arrange dates for people with sexual fetishes. I thought you might have heard of it.”

Calming myself I say, “Well, I have heard of it. But…,” I stop before I begin to lie.

“Nikki,” he begins to speak with a deliberate slow cadence, “the guy has a spanking fetish. The most recent victim was Becky, Eddie’s old partner at the club.”


“The owners of the service appear to be cooperating, but I can’t help but think that it’s a front for something. I have a gut feeling that something about the operation is illegal and they are still hiding something from us. Ester and I have been resisting taking this to the Captain to initiate a serial killer task force. The service owners hinted that they would not be cooperative with a full investigation of their business, but as we have no evidence linking any suspects to any of the murders we are out of options. Regrettably, I’ve allowed them to manipulate me…into making wrong decisions. However, that ends now. Next week I’ll start the task force. We’ll get the warrants and drop onto these guys like a ton of bricks tomorrow or first thing Tuesday.”

“How can I help?”

Did Lenny tell him about me?

“I don’t know. I was just hoping that you might think of some clue for me,” he flatly states.

Is he telling me all this as a warning? By now he must know that Lenny runs the Fantasy Connection. Why is he being so coy?

I lay my head back onto Carl’s thigh. Does Lenny think that I have ratted him out to Carl? What am I into? I never told Carl about my past relationship with Lenny and Lenny should know nothing about Carl, but if they have talked – OH GOD! Why doesn’t Carl point blank ask me what I know about Lenny?

Carl pulls me across his lap and lightly begins spanking me, swatting through the fabric of my nightgown. Is this sexy foreplay, or the beginning of a discipline spanking – or a real HARD punishment?


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Nikki is torn between two powerful men who seek to control her life.

Mobster Lenny Fusco wants to go straight. Using his knowledge of her past, Lenny coerces Nikki into helping him develop a fetish dating website. This legitimate business matches couples together based on their sexual fetish compatibility. However, a serial killer has found this fertile ground to hunt spanko victims. When his clients start getting murdered and the police are helpless to solve the case, Lenny wants to take matters into his own hands.

Homicide detective Carl Howard knows that the investigation into the murder of the naked woman on the floor will be far from routine. He recognizes her bare bottom – she was once draped across his lap at the spanking club. As her killer prepares to strike again, the investigation will expose Carl’s own secret life – his relationship with Nikki.

Each man needs Nikki’s help and they will put her over their knee -panties down – to get it. Nikki must decide which man’s discipline to accept.

This is a fast paced erotic murder mystery with loads of spankings and sex.


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Blurbs, Pitches, and Cabins – explained by Anna Kristell

I am so happy to finally have my friend, and fellow author, Anna Kristell, visiting. I couldn’t wait to hear about her scary night, alone in the woods, and the cool writer’s workshop she attended, the following day. (Yep, she lived to tell the tale! ;) ) Here she is!

When my friend, Katherine, asked me to write something for her blog about my recent workshop weekend I was knee deep in writing a book and I put her off. My bad, I know, but I’m making it up to her now. What can I say? Hot highlander or blog post, I think you get the idea!

Anyway, a few weeks ago, I attended a small workshop about two hours away from home. I met a lot of wonderful people, learned a lot of things I didn’t know, which I’ll share with you, but first I have to tell you about my experience in the cabin…

Now keep in mind this workshop was held at a Youth camp. There had been some talk of several people spending the night in the cabins and possibly a campfire on Friday night. Since I was driving two hours to get there, I decided I would join the party. When I arrived, I discovered that the plans had changed and that besides me, only the event coordinator and her husband of one week would actually be spending the night. Well that was alright, I could handle a night alone in a cabin reading and relaxing with no distractions, couldn’t you? This is where the craziness began.

I was told I could have any cabin I wanted so I chose a lovely little log cabin in the woods with a front porch. Inside were six bunk beds, a couch and chair and a little table with a lamp beside one of the bunks. Perfect! I trudged back up the wooden steps to my car and unloaded all my gear, bedding, duffle bag etc. Since the cabins weren’t equipped with bathrooms, I thought it might be a good idea to take a walk before dark to locate the bath house. When I discovered it was quite a ways down the road, I decided to move to a closer cabin. I walked back down the steps, gathered up my gear, went back up the steps, loaded the car and drove on down to another group of cabins in the vicinity of the bath house.

I opened one of the doors and the heat about blew me away. Someone had turned the thermostat on high and I couldn’t find the dang thing to adjust it, so I went on to the next cabin. This one was not as cozy as the little log cabin; it was a newer cabin with several bunks, a concrete floor and a picnic table in the center of the large room. Well, okay, at least it was close to the bathroom should I have to go in the middle of the night…

I got my bedding all laid out on one of the bunks only to discover that the only light switch and the outlet to plug my phone charger in were by the door so I moved all my bedding to the bunk closest to the door and made my bed for the second time. I read for a while, talked on the phone, texted, checked my Facebook and my email before finally deciding to call it a night since I had to be up early the next morning for the workshop. Well, the phone cord didn’t reach my bunk so I placed my phone on the top bunk and I was sleeping on the bottom, no biggie. I turned out the light and it was pitch black! Yikes! I quickly got into bed and attempted to go to sleep when all of a sudden a loud boom sounded outside. I sounded like a gunshot. Telling myself I was crazy, I was just about to fall asleep again when I heard the same sound once more! By now, being the writer that I am, I began to imagine all sorts of scenarios. I quietly got up and without turning on the light, because I sure didn’t want the shooter to know someone was in that cabin, I retrieved my cell phone and took it to bed with me, where I lay awake for quite some time, hoping I didn’t have to go to the bathroom until daylight. At some point I fell asleep and when daylight came I opened the door and peered outside. Seeing the other couple walking from the bath house to their cabin I figured I was safe, gathered my things and went to take a shower. When I got to the building where the workshop was being held, the event coordinator asked how my night was. When I told her about the gunshots, she laughed. She hadn’t heard them but she told me the guy that lived next door to the camp liked to shoot his gun. OMG! If you only knew the ideas that had been running through my head all night long…secluded camp…alone…

Oh well, it made for a great story and now to fill you in on some of what I learned at the workshop.

One of the workshops was about writing blurbs and since Katherine expressed an interest in that, I’ll share a little of what I learned. When writing a blurb, you need to start it off with something catchy, something that will reel in your potential reader. After that initial reel-in, keep it short and to the point. Don’t make it too busy. It needs to be punchy, evocative and it needs to tantalize that might be reader. You should aim it at your target audience (age and genre) and it should be neither too long nor too brief. Make sure it’s easy to read and gives an accurate description of your book. No info-dumps, no errors and no confusion.

Another thing we discussed was your pitch. For example, say you’re at a book signing event. You’ve only got a few seconds to capture the reader’s attention. When asked what your book is about, you only have about ten seconds to get them to buy your book, so you will need to have your pitch perfected. Tell what the book is about, make it interesting and make it short!

Author C.S. Marks was the presenter for this very valuable class.

I hope I’ve entertained you, as well as helped you learn a few things you didn’t know. As some of you know, I write sweet romance under the name Anna Kristell and spicier, spanking stories under the name Isabella Kole. If you haven’t checked out my work, feel free to go to my Amazon pages.



I am also on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Linkedin and Goodreads.


Katherine here, again. I wanted to share a few books from Anna and her spicier side, Isabella. :)

If you like spanking romance, then check out her new book, Accepting His Terms. Plenty of spice and spankings in her “Isabella” books.

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f you like a sweeter romance, then check out The fab Five Series, by Anna.  I am sharing my favorite cover!

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Thanks for stopping by!



Katherine stalked by Anne Welch and her houseboys

After a long night of reading, Katherine Deane awakens to a frightful surprise. A woman with crazy eyes and a maniacal grin holds duck tape in one hand and an “It’s not stalking if it’s your neighbor” mug in the other.

“Anne Welch, is that you?” Katherine rubs her bleary eyes and groans as she props herself up.

“I’m here for my promotion post, Katherine.” Anne smiles and hands her the mug. “It’s fully loaded.”

“Thanks, I could use come caff—“ Katherine’s eyes water as she chokes on the drink. “Is that pure vodka?” she sputters.

“No, there’s a teaspoon of coffee somewhere at the bottom.”

“At least there’s some caffeine,” Katherine mutters, taking a ginger sip. “Okay, um, you know you could have just emailed me your promo.”

“Why would I do that?” Anne says, waving a hand. “Besides, I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t back out.”

“Is that what the duck tape is for?” Katherine eyes the bright pink tape in Anne’s hands, warily.

“Nah.” Anne laughed. “Unless you need more incentive.”

“I’m good, come on, let’s get this show on the road,” Katherine grumbles and shuffles for her bedroom door.

“You’re real perky in the morning.” Anne laughs.

“That’s just because it’s cold in here, and I’m not wearing a bra, Anne.” Katherine mutters.

“Only you could pull off such an awesome ensemble,” Anne says, pointing to Katherine’s red tank top and Wonder Woman boy cut briefs.

“By the way, I brought some houseboys along.” Anne says as she pushes Katherine out of her bedroom.

“Oh! Hold on. Let me grab my push up bra, then we can get started!” Katherine shouts, sprinting back into her room excitedly.

“Works every time.” Anne grins and twirls the duck tape around her wrist.


Author Bio

Anne grew up in a very small town in South Carolina, where as a kid, she always loved to read books, make people laugh and write songs. After having success in her home state she decided to pursue dreams of becoming a writer and moved to Nashville, TN.  When she’s not writing you can find her reading or searching for a husband.  She loves spending time with her friends, nieces, nephews and her two fur babies.  She enjoys making people laugh so if you would like please feel free to follow her on Twitter @merri_aw or on Or drop her a line at  She loves hearing from her readers.




 From my early days, I’ve enjoyed good-looking guys and making people laugh.  So combine stalking hot guys and keeping the cutest ones for houseboys with my quick wit and you have “ It’s An Anne Thing.”

Read about some of my real life shenanigans and laugh. If I put a smile on your face, I’ve done my job.

Excerpt:  Hot Neighbor

A few years ago I built a house in the country and my next door neighbors consisted of a homely couple in their 50’s and an old man in his 70’s who insisted on wearing only spandex shorts while doing yard work. Trust me when I say this is something that can’t be unseen. A wrinkly old man with his wrinkled junk on display and he insisted on doing this outside of my window. I know he was probably just trying to win my affection but I want a man who doesn’t have to use the little blue pill to get it up.

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Thanks for stopping by, and visiting! Anne Welch was kind enough to share a picture of her houseboys! :)

Congratulations on your brand new book, Anne!

Here’s the houseboys :)



Free Gift Certificate – Spread the word!

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Hey friends!

I am trying to get the word out for the awesome release party tomorrow night in honor of spanking romance’s brand new author, Corinne Alexander.

Would you like a free gift certificate right now?

I will be giving a free $5 Blushing Books gift certificate to the best town herald’er (hehe, not a word, I know! I haven’t had my coffee yet ;) )

Here’s what you have to do.

  • Tweet the party info (listed below),
  • FB share it,
  • Google plus it;

- as much as you can do.

Get the word out, over the next 24 hours.

Then get back to me (before 5 pm EST on Sunday).

Easy peasy, eh?

I’ll randomly choose a winner from the best “sharers”.

Hehe, my husband said he will have to paddle me if I keep buying BB gift certificates very week.

So, let’s go with two winners! ;)

Two people will each win a $5 Blushing gift certificate for helping to share the party info.

(And maybe I will finally get a much needed spanking ;))


Here’s the party info:

Brush of Violet Launch Party

8 pm EST Sunday, Nov 9, 2014

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Meet Brand New Spanking Author – Corinne Alexander!

I have my good friend, and brand new author (her first book is releasing today!), Corinne Alexander visiting !

Corinne Alexander: Hi Katherine! Thanks for having my on your blog today! As my best friend there is no place I would rather be on the day of my very first book release!

Katherine Deane: All right, let’s take a vote. who is more excited about your new release – your FIRST EVER published book!??? Me or you? :)

Corinne Alexander: *Laughs* That’s a hard one! You have definitely been one of my biggest cheerleaders. I tend to be in the background mellowing and there you are poking, prodding, and cheering me into motion, “Come on, get out there! You can do it! Go, Fight, Win!” BUT then we had an unexpected third contender enter the race. I think the winner might just be my Mom! I came out to her last year about writing spanking romance and then accidentally shared my Winter Spanks story on my real life facebook page. Now mind you it was at two o’clock in the morning and it was only up for ten minutes before I realized what had happened, but that was long enough for my Mom to happen upon it and delightedly devour my story and several others on the hop. Considering that she’s not into this kink herself, she was over the moon about my story and has been calling or texting me every few days to squeal with delight about my upcoming release!

Katherine Deane: LOL, Okay, I think your mom wins this one!

So, what was your favorite part of writing this story? Or what stands out to you as that defining moment when this story became real.

Corinne Alexander: There were two moments in the writing process that are favorites and really stand out. The first is when the characters came to me in the first place. We were on a road trip to my son’s soccer tournament and they just appeared out of nowhere and started talking to me. Yes, I really do hear voices in my head! Their faces and backgrounds appeared in my mind like I asked them to tell me a little about themselves and they did! First Violet, then Everleigh, and Charles came next.

The next was when the story finally started gelling together and all of the snippets and scenes started to make sense and join the others. I still get goosebumps thinking about it.

Katherine Deane: What was the most difficult part about writing this story?

Corinne Alexander: Learning to balance my family life with my author life. We had some major bumps in the road during the time I was writing A Brush of Violet. I had to put my pen down for awhile to deal, but what I’ve learned is that the story didn’t go anywhere in the meantime. It was right there when I was ready and able to pick that pen up again.

Katherine Deane: I’m so glad you made it through everything, and kept going with the story. :)

What is the biggest thing you learned from this process?

Corinne Alexander: How much I have left to learn! I’m actually really excited about learning too. There are things that you can never really learn just by taking a class or reading a book. You have to get that hands on learning experience and writing this book was exactly that for me.

Katherine Deane:  Okay, you already know how much I loved Violet and Charles.  What’s next? Who gets the next HEA? or spanking? or both? ;)

Corinne Alexander: First of all I have to say you are in luck! The fantastic Maggie Ryan will be writing Ever & Robert’s story in Season Three of Corbin’s Bend! I was ecstatic when I found out!

As far as I go, I’m getting ready to submit an outline for my next Corbin’s Bend project that I hope will be accepted for Season Three. My MC, Melissa, makes her small debut in A Brush of Violet in a brief scene in which she appears before the Discipline Board.

Aside from Corbin’s Bend the project I am really excited about is the one that we have in the works. I won’t give much away to the audience since it’s still in the super secret stages, but it’s a story line near and dear to my heart and I’m sure that everyone is going to love it!

Katherine Deane: I can’t wait! Thanks for sharing your adventures with us!

Congratulations, Author! <3

Corinne Alexander: Thank you, Katherine! I had so much fun!

Be sure to visit for games and prizes on Nov 9th hosted by Spanking Romance Reviews!

8:00 P.M. – 9:30 P.M. EST


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High powered business woman, Violet Walker, has long left her artistic days behind. That is until her best friend, Everleigh Harris, invites her to Corbin’s Bend for an art festival. What Everleigh doesn’t know is that Violet hasn’t been able to paint a single brush stroke since turning her back on her submissive desires and spanking needs in college. When she meets charismatic and drop dead gorgeous Charles her world is turned completely upside down. Will Violet, overworked, burnt out, and in denial of her deepest wants and desires, be able to surrender when love knocks on her door?  

Charles Robinson, President of the discipline Board in Corbin’s Bend and longtime resident, adores the community he lives in and the freedom it provides for all who live there. Raised in a traditional family; love and discipline are a way of life for him. There’s nothing he wants more than a marriage just like his parents where spanking and romance go hand in hand, even if that means holding out for true love. Is Violet just the kind of woman he’s looking for?

Will Violet risk the life she’s built for herself in blood, sweat, and tears for the undeniable connection she has with Charles, the utter bliss and contentment she feels when she’s over his lap? Can Charles convince Violet she really can have it all? Will this trip be just what she needs to rekindle all that she has lost since joining the corporate world?

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Corinne Alexander is an erotic spanking romance writer who loves nothing more than to snuggle up with a cup of coffee, a warm blanket, and a steaming hot erotic romance. She enjoys strong alphas, feisty heroines, and a good old fashioned spanking romance. A Brush of Violet (Corbin’s Bend) is her debut novella.  Corinne’s favorite kind of day is when she can slip away into nature to get lost in her daydreams, spinning her fantasies, with the forest floor under her feet, the wind rustling through her hair, and sunbeams kissing her face.

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Scare Your Pants Off- Winners!

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Thanks so much for taking part in last week’s fun and scares!

I hope you all found some cool new scary stories to read!

Thanks again to the authors for sharing their stories; to the readers who took part in the fun; and to Cara Bristol, Casey McKay, Penny Alley, Dana Wright, and R Smith for donating the book prizes!

Here’s the list of winners. (Please  let me know your email so I can get your prizes to you. :) )

Amazon $5 – M Renn

Amazon $5 – Shannon Love

Blushing Books $5 – Maren Smith

Warrior – Renee

Scholomance -  Dana Wright

Asylum – Roz

Karly’s Wolf – Angie

Cursed Waters or Reader’s Choice – Shannon Love


Thanks again!



Scare Your Pants Off- Friday: Evil Wizards and Lusty Vampires

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Happy Halloween! It’s official! We made it through the week of scares! Here are the posts from the rest of the week, just in case you missed any:

Intro, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Don’t forget to leave a reply if you want a chance at the prizes! (I’ll announce the winners tomorrow.)

Thanks for stopping by for the fun and the scares. :)


The first excerpt is a wonderfully dark and disturbing scene from Kathryn R Blake’s ‘Deadly Enchantment’.

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Lynwood Manor – The Dungeon

Although a peer of the realm, Terrence Nathaniel Moreland, Earl of Lynwood, cared not at all for the trappings and social amenities associated with being a member of the nobility. The title offered him certain privileges, which he made use of as they suited him, but for the most part, he preferred to seclude himself in his laboratory where he could work his spells and potions undisturbed and unquestioned.

And today he was attempting something a little different. Something he’d never been entirely successful at before, but curiosity and a feeling of restlessness impelled him to try again. That and the fact that the young woman seated near him had ruined his breakfast by overcooking his eggs.

She was unconscious now, which was just as well, since Terrence was finding her screams a bit tedious. Not that he minded inflicting pain and suffering on others, but this one had a particularly shrill voice that grated on his nerves. Even so, she had turned out better than most of the others. Her skin was red, dried and wrinkled as if she’d been left out in the sun too long. Years, too long. If he touched her, her flesh would peel off into his hand like the skin of an over-baked chicken. She’d cooked much better than her eggs had.

He was regarding his handiwork when Basil, his manservant, requested permission to enter. Basil was the only person whom Terrence allowed to enter his laboratory and leave in the same condition he arrived. He’d placed a magical barrier around his domain barring anyone else to enter without his permission. It was a useless formality, since no one else dared to even ask permission for fear of earning his or her lord’s displeasure. Rumors circulated that not all the rats Terrence’s cat took great pleasure in chasing and devouring began their short lives as rodents.

Terrence called his permission for Basil to enter. He was done with the girl, and Basil would see to her disposal.

Basil came down the steps and halted.

“She’s alive,” Terrence informed him, “but she won’t be for long. You’d best get a blanket or rug to carry her in, else you’ll have a mess on your hands.” He regarded the girl with a critical eye. “I’d say the spell was a success this time. Wasn’t precisely the effect I intended, but close enough.”

Basil’s nose wrinkled slightly, but he held his tongue.

Terrence turned back to his spell book. “That’s all. You may go.”

Basil cleared his throat. “I do have something to tell you that I believe will be of great interest to you, my lord,” he murmured deferentially.

“Go ahead, then. Say it.”

“I believe Mr. Westcroft may have found a new mate.”

“Really. And what makes you think I’d care to hear tale of some new trollop my bastard brother wishes to mount?”

“I have good reason to believe that the woman is none other than Felicity Cunningham’s sister, my lord.”

“Rumor mills can be notoriously inaccurate. Who’s your source?”

“I’ve been passing the occasional evening with one of Westcroft’s serving maids, and she overheard the girl talking to her cousin. She says the girl is using her cousin’s name instead of her own and that Westcroft isn’t even aware of the girl’s duplicity.”

Terrence rubbed his chin. “Now that is interesting. His dead wife’s sister is living under his roof, and my bastard brother has no idea. I may just have to pay my little brother an unexpected visit this week.”


Serena Cunningham did not trust Dominic Westcroft, since she was almost certain he had brutally slaughtered her sister, his first wife, in a fit of jealous rage, and she was out to prove he was the cold-blooded killer she believed him to be. All she needed was the opportunity.

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Next up is a fun and scary excerpt from Darling Adams’, ‘Loose Morals’.

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Sasha exited the Tucson Center for Developmentally Disabled at midnight, exhausted from her shift. She scanned the dark downtown streets for anyone she ought to avoid on her five block walk to her duplex. Downtown should lend comfort in numbers, but unless it was a weekend, the only people who roamed Congress Street after midnight were looking for trouble.

A man approached and while he didn’t look menacing, she held her keys pointed through her knuckles the way she’d learned in her self-defense class, then added her own self-devised protection—imagining a giant ball of light surrounding her.

The moment she pictured it, the man stopped in his tracks, staring as if he could see it. Her breath froze in her chest, heart pounding.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Is this for me?” he drawled in a faint British accent.


She didn’t know how she could tell, but the word had entered her mind clearly.

His grin broadened, showing sharp canines. “Yes,” he purred as if she’d spoken the word aloud. “And you are…what? A witchling?” He cocked his head to the side, “Priestess?” He extended his fingertips in the air, touching what would be the edge of her ball of light and suddenly she saw it, too—a shimmering white wall of protection that rippled and repelled his touch.

Even in the streetlights she could tell he was beautiful with rumpled blond hair and pork chop style side burns. Deep dimples crinkled now as he looked at her creation with apparent fascination. He turned the glittering gaze on her, locking eyes.

Energy shifted within her and her belly seemed to move to the left as her chest moved to the right. Her bubble of light vanished. Gasping, she tensed to run, and he smiled wider.

“Oh yes, do run, little witchling. I so love a good chase.”

She stumbled backward. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not a witch or a priestess. I’m nobody. I’m just a counselor at the School for the Disabled.”

He walked casually forward as she continued backing away. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“What? The bubble?” She shook her head. “I don’t know—I just invented it, I guess.”

“Powerful,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Do you do other magick?”

She shook her head, looking around for anyone who might help her. “No, sir.” She didn’t know where the “sir” came from, but it amused him and he beamed another toothy grin, his fangs seeming to lengthen before her eyes.

It had been the eye contact that had burst the bubble. All she had to do was avoid looking directly at him. She threw another bubble up around her and took off running as fast as she could. She heard his laughter behind her, but did not hear footsteps in pursuit. Still, the hairs on her head stood up, warning her of something. She ran the five blocks to her duplex and jabbed her key into the lock. Once inside, she checked the latches on the doors and windows, trying to catch her breath.

A stake through the heart. That was how you killed a vampire. And garlic. She looked around wildly for any kind of wooden stick. There—the dowel in her little wall hanging. It might work. It was three quarter inches thick and 18 inches long. She brought it to the kitchen and began frantically carving the end into a crude point.

She almost screamed when she heard a knock on the door, but then her neighbor’s voice called out, “Hey, Sasha, you got any smokes?”

“No, Jane! I don’t smoke, remember?” she called back.

“Well, can I come in?” Jane asked.


She went to the door, sharpened stake in hand, and opened it. Somehow, she was not at all surprised to see the vampire leaning in the door frame.

“Go back to your side,” he said softly to Jane, whose eyes were glassy and unfocused. She trotted obediently away, clearly mesmerized by the vampire.

Even as her brain processed it, her eyes slid to his and she became lost in the ice blue pools, her belly moving to the left as her chest moved to the right.

“Come in,” she heard herself say.

He grinned broadly and pushed past her into the apartment.

The moment their gaze broke, her wits returned and she launched herself at him, aiming for the middle of his upper back with the sharpened dowel.

He whirled and caught her wrist so quickly she didn’t see it happen, but the outrage on his features registered clearly, fangs elongating as he hissed. Wrestling the dowel from her, he snatched her up around the waist and carried her, kicking and squirming to her living room. She panicked, wishing she had eaten garlic or had some other defense against getting drained by a hungry leech. To her surprise, he plopped down on her sofa and pulled her ass-up over his lap. “That was extremely rude,” he informed her. “I expect a more gracious welcome when I come to call.”



When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magic, one which she does not know how to even begin. Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.  Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he accept she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?  Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including anal punishment, figging, spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.


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