#spanking, and fun 1950s facts from Cara Bristol

Cara Bristol is visiting me today, with her story from her brand new set, Correcting the Coeds, along with Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon and Renee Rose. This whole set was awesome, and I loved it. Here’s my review :) And here’s Cara:



Thank you for having me today, Katherine!

When Celeste Jones approached me about writing a spanking romance set on a college campus in the 1950s, I didn’t know much about the decade other than what I’d gleaned from TV shows I Love Lucy, Happy Days, and Ozzie and Harriet. I wanted to make the setting and time period of my story, Educating his Bride in the Correcting the Coeds spanking romance collection, as authentic as possible. Once I got into the research I found the 1950s fascinating. You can think of my research like an iceberg: the details readers “see” in the story is only the tip of what I learned.

Here are few fun facts that didn’t make it into Educating His Bride:

  • Couples married at younger age in the 1950s than at any time in US History. In 1951, the median age of a first marriage for a man was 22.9 and for a woman, 20.4. Compare that to 2010 when it was 28.2 for men and 26.1 for women or 1890 at 26.1 for men and 22.0 for women. Getting married right out high school was very common in the 1950s.
  • Fewer women (by percentage) received bachelor degrees in the 1950s (24% of bachelor degrees went to women) than in the 1920s (35%).
  • Smoking was considered glamorous, and a lot more people smoked. In 1955, 56.9 % of men and 28.4% of women smoked. In 2010, that figure was 21.5% and 17.3%, respectively.
  • In 1950, the median price of a single family home was $10,050 (at 4% interest).
  • The average annual salary was $3,851 in 1955 and minimum wage was raised to $1 per hour from 75 cents.
  • The first color TV (RCA) came out in 1954. It cost $1,000. Adjusted for inflation, that would be like paying $8,873 today.
  • Playboy magazine debuted in 1953 with actress Marilyn Monroe as its first centerfold.
  • The term “sex symbol” came into usage in the 1950s, and the decade produced sexual icons Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Brigitte Bardot, Raquel Welch, and Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley.
  • “The Pill” did not exist yet. The first oral contraceptive became available in the US in 1960.

Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb

Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds

In this scene, Margaret is being taken to task by her professor for not doing well on an assignment.

“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”

She wet her lips. “Because you do.”

“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”

He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”


“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.

Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.

He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.”

Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.

Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.

She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.

“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”

“Henry, please,” she beseeched.

“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.

Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.

He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”

Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.

She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out.

“That’s one,” he said.

The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.

Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.

“Two,” he said.

Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.

“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”

She slapped her palms onto the desk.

“That was three,” he said.

A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.

“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”

Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”

“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”

He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.

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Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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Meredith O’Reilly visits with her brand new M/M

Hey y’all, my friend Meredith O’Reilly just published her first M/M book. Here she is :)


Hi Katherine! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!

Here’s a snippet from my latest release, His Captive’s Heart. In this snippet, Marcus wakes up from a loud thunderstorm only to find out that Dimitri is already awake.


I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. A bang of thunder sounded outside, and I realized that’s what must have woken me. Glancing around, I saw that Dimitri was nowhere to be found.

 Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep when it sounded like it was raining cats and dogs outside, I got out of bed.

 I snagged the pair of briefs that were on the ground, and once dressed, I padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway to where I saw the kitchen light was on.

 Dimitri was sitting in one of the chairs and I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face when I saw that he was drinking milk and eating chocolate chip cookies.

 “Did the thunderstorm wake you up too?” he asked.

 As I heard the wind howl, my eyes shot to the windows behind him as sheets of driving rain struck the panes. “No one could sleep through that. Besides, I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me, sir.”

 “Come here and have some,” he said, gesturing toward the cookies.

 I took the seat next to him as he got up and got me a glass of milk. When I took the glass, it was warm.

 “I’m not a fan of storms,” I said as another growl of thunder shook the apartment. I reached for one of the cookies and dunked it into the milk before I ate it.

 “Yes, I’ve never been too fond of them either,” he said taking a large sip of milk. I laughed when a milk mustache appeared on his face, and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

 Together, we made quick work of the cookies and milk. Then I let out a yawn, ready to hit the sack again. As I stood, a flash of lightening filled the sky.

 “Are you coming back to bed?” I asked, when Dimitri made no move to get up.

 He looked outside and shook his head. “Maybe later.”

 I had to stop myself from saying ‘aww’. My big, strong dominant enjoyed warm milk and was afraid of storms.

 I held out my hand to him. “Come on. I think I know a thing or two we can do in the bedroom that should wear you out and have you focusing on something else besides the storm… sir.”

 He grinned, taking my hand. “Such a smart submissive you are.”

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His Captive’s Heart Blurb


Twenty-nine-year-old lawyer Marcus Bradberry has fantasized for years about finding a firm-handed man who would not hesitate to provide both guidance and discipline while also bringing him the kind of fulfillment he’s only dreamed about. When he meets Dimitri Anderson, the owner of a local kink club, Marcus takes a chance and shares the wildest fantasy he’s ever had with him.

Though he confesses to Dimitri that nothing excites him more than the idea of a being overpowered, kidnapped, and mastered completely by a strong, handsome man, Marcus is nonetheless shocked when Dimitri takes it upon himself to bring this fantasy to life. When Dimitri surprises him after work on a Friday, Marcus soon finds himself blindfolded, handcuffed, and driven away to an unknown place.

It quickly becomes clear that Dimitri knows exactly what his captive sub needs and is more than ready to give it to him, but as the weekend progresses, Marcus realizes that trusting his new master is at times much harder than he expected. Will he surrender to his most secret desires or will his fears drive him away from his master’s loving arms?

Publisher’s Note: His Captive’s Heart is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Meredith O’Reilly cannot believe that she has four books published! It was a little over a year ago, that she had her first book published with Stormy Night Publications. She began writing age play stories, but has since branched out to new sub-genres of romance.

In her spare time, Meredith goes to school, watches a little too much Netflix, and experiments with learning how to cook new things in the kitchen. Mostly she tries to balance her life between school work and author work. That’s a task that is easier said than done, most times.


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Little Samantha’s Choice, Meredith’s first book is along with three other amazing books from Stormy Night Publications on sale for 50% off! You don’t want to miss that deal!

Samantha Briggs always had a suspicion that her husband, Jackson was hiding something from her. When he’s away on a business trip, Samantha finds out her husband’s secret, he wants her to act as his little girl on the weekends. Deciding to give it a try, Samantha falls in love with being Jackson’s little girl. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?



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Korey Mae Johnson visits with some hot role play

I am so excited to have Korey Mae Johnson visiting today with the book I have awaited practically “forever”!  Her Master’s Hand. I read the first story, Her Master’s Claim (originally  titled, Otherwordly Discipline), several years ago, and could not wait for the sequel. Holy cow, what happened to Charlotte? Poor Ashcroft… Yummy Moriarty…  I fell in love with Korey Mae’s writing style and world building, and because of that story, I realized that what I truly want to write is paranormal and fantasy. Her world building is amazing! And her characters… well, let’s just say that I am still thinking about them three years later.  This is next on my Kindle. I can’t wait to read this one!  Here she is :)


Something I like to play around with between the Moriarty and Alice relationship is to make it actually like a relationship between a spanko couple. For people who like spankings for more than just patty-cake, and in a relationship where you can’t bait your husband to spank you too much because even in a spanko relationship, that sort of thing grows frustrating and tiring, especially for the man, a lot of people turn to role-play.

And that’s not a cop-out. Roleplay can be just as hot– and even hotter!– than the real deal. In the first book of the series, Moriarty and Alice meet by playing a roleplay that leads to hot spankings and sex. I wanted to show that they still embrace that… and they can make it hot. Hot and gratifying. I only hope my readers agree and enjoy!

Sneak Peek: 

His cigar dropped right off his bottom lip when she eventually came out of the bathroom. Metamorphosis complete—only instead of looking gracious, sexy, and rich, she was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl, complete with too much mascara, white knee-highs, penny loafers, and pigtails.

His cock was so excited that it didn’t know what to do with itself! Actually, his dick knew what it wanted to do, but it was taking so much blood out of his brain that he stammered for a moment, didn’t come up with the right words, and she stood in the doorway as if she was gloating.

Suddenly he looked at her confident I’m-sexy-and-I know-it expression and his lip curled up at one end. If bed sport was an actual sport, then he was a goddamned gold medalist. He would not be conquered in the bedroom. He was the one who would be drawing the gasps out in this activity!

He glanced at himself in the mirror, decided that he was also quite sexy—of course, even a monkey would look good in a tuxedo—and stood up, drawing his shoulders back.

“Miss DeMornay,” he said, adjusting his tie, which was out of place, probably pushed by his own Adam’s apple during his swallow when he saw what he was about to be cock-deep into within the next half-hour. “I’m on the way to a fundraising event for the school, and you know I have absolutely no time at all to deal with your shenanigans,” he said, putting on his best exasperated authority-figure voice. He didn’t want to be accused of missing a single beat in this role-play.

She blushed down to her toes, seeming to know where this was going. Spanking, at the least. That had to have been what she had in mind with that naughty little ensemble! “Good,” she finally said with confidence, drawing her head up with proud defiance. “Then don’t. It was just a couple of cigarettes, anyway. Besides, it’s not like you don’t imbibe. You stink like cigar smoke.”

He took the cue, but not the bait. She liked the way he smelled after smoking a cigar, and they both knew it. But that was real life. This—this was even better.

“I am a full-grown man, and I only smoke once a month. What I do is none of your concern, anyway, Miss DeMornay. You are a pupil under my guardianship. What you do concerns me, and what concerns your health concerns me, and what you do to blatantly break the rules of the school concerns me. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“You’re in my business, but think yourself too high-and-mighty to actually do what you’re always telling us to, that’s clear.” She crossed her arms all-too-confidently across her chest, doing everything she could to give him fodder to enjoy the scene, but to give him plenty of reason for him to take her across his knee. He was, of course, the head master in this little play of theirs. “I’m only following your exemplary example.”

“Stop baiting me, Miss DeMornay,” he warned, but then gave her a smoldering look. “Or else I’ll start to think you like this.”

She blushed, but then rolled her eyes. “Like what?”

“Breaking the rules to get me to punish you constantly. At this point in time I might as well name my implement after you; it’s rarely used on anyone else. Tell me why?” He had put his body incredibly close to hers. She was forced to crane her head all the way up to look at him. Alice knew that this was a play, with lines, and she had the power to end the scene at any minute, yet he could still detect a small gulp. The sexual heat in the scene had suddenly increased tenfold and Alice must have felt that to, since her knees wobbled slightly, as the knees of girls who are exceptionally aroused are wont to do.

“I’m not breaking them on purpose,” she lied.

He raised one of his dark eyebrows theatrically, just to get her to squirm. “So you were caught smoking by accident, then?”

“Well, yes. I mean, no,” she said, looking confused for a moment. “I mean… I mean, I don’t want you to punish me at all.”

“Oh, so you just want me to make an exception for you, because you’re so important that the rules don’t apply?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, I just—”

“You don’t think I’ll pull out the cane like I’ve done before?” He pinched her chin, which surely would have really been crossing a line if he actually was a headmaster of a finishing school, but good thing he wasn’t. Besides, they were about to cross a lot of lines if he had his say. “Now, you have to know me better than that by now.”


For two decades, Maili has lived as the adopted daughter of the powerful demigod who saved her life and healed her broken body, but at last the time for her to wed has come. Yet the very thought of marrying the cruel warlord to whom her guardian has pledged her hand fills her heart with terror. She flees from her home in desperation, but her bid for freedom is foiled by an encounter with a decidedly grumpy yet undeniably enthralling wizard.

Twenty years have passed since that fateful day at the Hatchet Cliffs—years that have taken a far greater toll on Ashcroft than all the centuries before—and the once proud wizard has been reduced to hunting dangerous beasts to sell their magical venom like a wandering merchant. Thing go from bad to worse when he inadvertently captures a beautiful, feisty young witch who happens to be on the run from someone with whom even an immortal of Ashcroft’s power would rather not tangle.

Though he is determined to return her to her adoptive father and then take his leave of them both, something about Maili captivates Ashcroft, threatening to smash through the barriers he has carefully erected to reach the place in his heart that only one other woman has ever touched. But aside from the fact that so much as kissing Maili would incur the wrath of the most powerful being in this region of the world, can he bear to risk his heart being torn to pieces again?

Publisher’s Note: Her Master’s Hand is the sequel to Her Master’s Claim. It is an erotic romance novel which includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Aubrey Cara visits with my new favorite book!

Ok, it’s no secret that I’m a huge Aubrey Cara fan girl. Well, her latest story, Candi’s Debt, is my new favorite! I absolutely loved it! (Here’s my review :) )  She’s visiting today with a lovely “spanky” excerpt- yum!!! Here she is :)


Katherine, thank you for inviting me over! I have a new book out, Candi’s Debt. I had such a fun time writing this story. Hank and Candi are both such strong willed characters, and it was great to see how these two ‘worked’ things out. Candi gets into a tight spot early in the story and very reluctantly asks Hank for help. This scene comes after Hank has laid down the law and all the rules he feels Candi should be abiding by.



Halfway done with my smoke I’m feeling calm again when the object of my musings strolls back into the office. He stops in his tracks the second he sees me. The look on his face, when he spots the smoke in my hand, is my only warning.

“Are you smoking?” His amber eyes snap with fire and brimstone as he rounds the corner of the desk bearing down on me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to sass ‘obviously’ when he snatches the cig out of my hand. Before I can react he smashes it into the ashtray, then easily plucks me out of my seat and shoves me down over the wide surface of the old desk.

Maybe it’s the uncomfortable feeling of cold desk and ledgers underneath me. My paralyzed brain finally comes back online with a vengeance and I kick out right before his wide hand cracks down across my ass with stinging force.

Ahhh! What the hell are you doing?” I shriek, trying to grab at his hand in the middle of my back effectively holding me down.

“It’s called a spanking, princess. This is what happens when you break my rules,” he says with a smack, smack to my ass.

“Don’t you dare!”

“I always dare.” This statement is punctuated by three more solid vicious swipes to my rump.

“You have no right. Ahh, dammit, that hurts!” Trying to squirm out of his hold only results in getting my ass smacked hard enough that I go up on my toes. Shit, I swear under my breath gritting my teeth together as he whaps me again.

“We had an agreement, or have you forgotten?”

“I’m not taking your money!”

“Too little, too late. We,” smack, “shook,” smack, “on,” smack, “it.” SMACK.

Ahhh! I’m unshaking. I’m unshaking!”

“Sorry princess, no take backs,” the asshole says this on a laugh.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I’m outraged when I look back at him. A huge grin splits his damn face. Meanwhile, my poor ass is throbbing. I want to reach back and rub my rump, but the brute has my wrists pinned to the small of my back.

“You know, I believe I am,” the smiling bastard says as he pulls me into a standing position, then quickly grabs my wrists again as I try to hit him. “That was a warning. Next time you’ll get the real deal, young lady.”

“Real deal?” I sputter. That felt pretty real to me.

Unbelievably he plants a kiss to the middle of my forehead, his beard scratching before he sits me back down. He cages me in, his hands braced on either side of the arms of my chair. “Now,” he says. “Be a good girl and get some work done. No more ‘smoke breaks’.” With that, he tweaks my nose before grabbing the cigarettes and lighter from the corner of the desk and leaves the room, wearing a huge grin.

What the hell just happened?

My ass tingles and throbs in a way that’s making me aware of a spreading heat. I’ve just been held down and spanked, and it turned me the hell on. Again. What is worse, I’m pretty sure Mr. Buffoon knows it, too. Oh god, why do I find that hot? I’m attracted to the man. Like, eggs-are-dropping-from-my-ovaries-like-paratroopers-from-the-sky-on-D-Day, attracted to the man. I drop my head, thumping it against the desk, then twice more for good measure. Ugh, I have horrible taste in men.

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My first big trip in years! (a personal post :) )

I just went to my first ever author conference. It was for the Stormy Night’s Publishing conference in Texas, and boy, was it awesome! I made new friends, and met friends I had talked to online; I got some fun new story ideas… it was a fantastic experience

I even left my kids at home –  for the first time in ten years. It was kind of exciting and scary, but the trip was amazing! :)

So in honor of my “first” of several things, including my first time meeting some really cool people, I decided to write a list of Do’s and Don’ts for myself. Just in case I get to do this again.



Katherine’s list to self for future “Author trips”

(in somewhat random order):

DON’T – disregard your husband’s advice when he tries to tell you, 12 skirts, 4 shirts, 6 tank tops, jeans, yoga pants, and 4 pairs of different shoes are too much for only two nights of travel.

DON’T –  forget to take a picture of where you parked, including the sign for the parking lot, to avoid asking help from nice airline guys who drive you around for an hour searching for your car. (long story short, this happened to me, several years ago, when I was traveling by myself with two “under three year olds” in car seats.)

lost my car pic


DO- try to keep the wide eyed, “OMG”, this airport is so cool, but overwhelming…” look off your face.

DO – zip up your purse

DON’T – freak out, because it is the first time you have ever left the kids. They will be fine. Even if they have blue lips and dirty hair after the weekend (I have the text pic to prove it ;) )

DO – remember that your husband is a grown man, who has successfully led troops in the military and owns his own company- he is quite capable of taking care of your children while you are gone.

DO – confirm if your roommate has the same body temp needs, to avoid freezing her out at night

DO – take lots of pics of all the cool things you are doing, and text them to hubby every 20 minutes

DON’T – forget that there is a time difference, and he might be asleep

DO – sit next to the college student, who has great note taking abilities (and much better handwriting than yours), and ask if you can have her notes. (you might be able to bribe her)

DO – if you burp really loud, blame it on your table mate (she will probably be very busy taking notes, and won’t even notice when you keep shrugging and pointing at her)

DO – save your receipts so you can deduct it as a business expense

DON’T – put your receipts with your dirty clothes

DO – Enjoy yourself

DON’T – get too insecure about the super awesome group of talented authors with lots more experience than you, and think you don’t belong.

DO – Remind yourself, everyone starts as a newbie with something to learn, and you have worth.

DON’T – forget your inner filter, and tell your new friends every TMI embarrassing moment you can think of, once you get back to the hotel

delicious bass pic

DO – keep a glass of wine next to you at all times, so if you do accidentally tell your new friends about some random bodily function that shocked you, they will just assume you are drunk.

DO – Write down all the cool ideas that come to you from the event (asap, before you forget them)

DO – wear a short skirt combo with boots that looks totally awesome, for your first rodeo. (Yeehaw!)

DON’T – forget to get a picture of how totally adorbs you look ;)

DO – make sure to pack pasties if you are not going to wear a bra

DON’T – freak out when you sit on the metal bleachers at the rodeo, and your skirt doesn’t cover your booty because it is too short. (you’re just going to have a few funny marks on your backside. no worries)

DO – take lots of pictures and make notes of awesome cowboy names (and how good their booties looked in their jeans), when you go to your first rodeo.

bull riding

DON’T – send the cowboy pics to your husband. He might not appreciate them as much.

DON’T – try to steal a pregnant woman’s cotton candy (I did not do this at the time, but considered it for a few minutes. It looked really yummy)

DON’T – forget to put on deodorant

hot as heck pic

DO – be yourself

DON’T – forget the hotel walls are really thin. Any discussions about pasties, hot cowboys, and possible spanking scenarios… well, since you could hear your neighbor’s tv both nights… yeah.

DO – thank your hostess for making arrangements for dietary needs, like gluten free eating

DON’T – forget to tip the hotel cleaning staff, and the nice driver who carries your suitcase onto your bus to and from the airport

DON’T – forget to buy gifts for your kids

DON’T – forget to thank your hosts after the awesome trip

DON’T – start crying like a baby, and hug your new friends, and say you will miss them- without explaining first, that you are just empathic, and not a complete psychopath.

DO- Give the gifts to your kids when you get home. (Yes, they look super cute and cuddly, and remind you of your first trip, but the kids won’t appreciate the “almost” gesture, if you keep them for yourself.

stuffed friends

DO – be prepared to do a bit of extra cleaning when you get home (this includes washing hair dyes out of the kids ears and hair)

DO – be thankful for the awesome trip, and look forward to doing this again.

DO – start writing, ASAP! You have lots of ideas and energy from the trip. Use it before school starts.


I’m sure I forgot a few things, but these were the biggies. I had a great time, and am so happy to be back home.

Thanks for stopping by!

hugs and blessings <3

I don’t need an excuse to spank- from Renee Rose

Renee Rose is stopping by with a sexy excerpt from His Captive Mortal. It was originally released as Loose Morals, but has been edited and re-released; and boy is it hot! Here she is :)

I don’t need an excuse to spank – a sexy snippet from His Captive Mortal by Renee Rose

Hi Katherine, thanks so much for having me on your blog today!  I’m bringing my hot paranormal hero Charlie for a visit. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t mind being an uninvited guest. In His Captive Mortal, he barges into Sasha’s apartment and makes himself at home, changing her life with his sexy dominant ways.  Here’s an example:

He pushed himself up to sit, resting his back against the headboard. “I think you have five seconds to lay yourself across my lap.”

Butterflies took flight in her belly. “What did I do?”

He gave one sharp shake of his head. “I don’t need an excuse to spank. If I decide you need a spanking, you get a spanking. Now lie over my lap.”

She wanted to argue. His logic didn’t make sense, after all, but she wanted to see where this would go. Maybe it was a result of the dream, in which he’d whipped her for no reason and she’d seemed to love it. She knelt beside him and draped herself across his lap, liquid already beginning to seep from her pussy.

He ran a cool hand across her cheeks in a caress that somehow made her feel beautiful. As if in affirmation of her impression, he remarked, “A perfect ass.” And with that declaration, he began to spank hard and fast, like he had that first night when she’d tried to stab him with a wooden stake.

She wriggled. “Ow…ooh.” She wanted to be turned on by it—like she’d been in her dream—except it hurt too much for her to feel anything but pain. “Ow. Hey!”

“Quiet, little mortal.”

She struggled to keep her sound effects to herself, though why she tried so hard to please and obey him confused her. At what point had she given in? But she couldn’t think when he was slapping her at a rhythm faster than “Uptown Funk”. She gripped the bedspread and kicked her legs, clamping down on her back teeth to keep from crying out. Pain overtook all her senses and she had just started to become angry when he stopped, as abruptly as he’d started.

Before she could draw another breath, he had pulled her onto her back beside him and covered her body with his own, kissing her with a passion that made her stomach drop. Everything he’d stirred up with the spanking—embarrassment, anger, lust, tears—came pouring out in her response to his kiss. She met his desire with her own, yanking his head down, arching her pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. She wanted him to take her in every sense of the word, but he broke away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”

“Wench?” she demanded, wrapping a fist in his shirt and attempting to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”



His Captive Mortal

When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.

**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

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Jaye Peaches visits!

I am very excited to have Jaye Peaches visiting me today with an excerpt from her hot new story, Perfect Notes.  Here she is! :)


Hi Katherine, thanks for hosting me today. I’ve brought along my latest release, Perfect Notes, a tale of passionate love and music making between a dominant man and his pupil. Music is supposed to be the food of love – and for my two musicians, Callie and Stefan, it certainly proved successful in initiating some hot, unexpected sex. Now that Callie is cooling off in the shower, the doubts creep in about his intentions towards her.



No more seduction by music. We had to talk.

I switched off the shower, draped a bath sheet about my shoulders and stepped into the bedroom.

My clothes had gone.

I’d collected them off the living room floor and laid them on the bed. He’d moved them. I hunted about, expecting to see them on the floor or on a chair. I flung open the closet, a cavernous wardrobe filled with all manner of clothing from casual to formal tuxedo, but not my clothes. A bathrobe hung on the back of the en-suite door, and I hurriedly put it on before charging out of the room.

“Stefan,” I shouted from the top of the spiral staircase. “Where are my clothes?”

On the other side of the vast studio, beavering away in his kitchen lining up pans on the stove and plates on the worktop, was Stefan, clothed in his polo shirt and black jeans.


He glanced up, switched off the extractor fan in the hood and cupped a hand to his ear. The smirk on his face told me differently. He knew exactly why I was hollering.

I stomped down the staircase and marched across the space, past the piano. With my hands on my hips, I glared at him. “My clothes?”

“Ah. What have I done with them?” He made a pretense of looking around, even opening a kitchen cupboard and poking around in it.

“Ha ha.” I tapped a bare foot on the floor. “Did you think I might run off?”

“Possibly.” He stood. “No regrets? I mean, if you do, fair enough, but don’t lie to me.”

“Lie to you? You hold my clothes hostage and expect me to be honest.”

“True.” He pursed his lips, but his eyes still twinkled with amusement.

“It’s not funny.”

He changed his expression, altered it. The humor vacated and he suddenly understood—I was far from happy at his game. “I see. Look, I’ll get your clothes, and if you want to go after lunch, I’m not going to stop you. However, if you want to stay, play some more, clarinet, whatever, then why put on your clothes again?”

I wagged a finger at him. “You’re dressed.”

“So are you.” He leaned back on the worktop, crossing his ankles nonchalantly.

“It’s a bathrobe.” I shook a lapel.

“By definition, you’re dressed.”

“Are you usually this argumentative?” I snapped.

“Only when somebody argues with me.” His lips curved upward again.

Try as I may, I couldn’t stay angry with him. His face held an expectation of compliance and I caved. I shrugged and spun around. “All right. Feed me and we’ll see.”




Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.

Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.

As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.

Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?


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