Personal post – hug tackling peer pressure

Hey everyone,

(This is another one of my intimate, personal posts. Yes, I am letting myself be vulnerable. And yes, I hope friends will reply with love. Thanks!❤ )

So, I had a really interesting moment today…

Here’s a little background going in:

My eleven year old daughter has been bullied and shunned a bit by the neighborhood girls this past year and a half. It’s normal from what I have been told, for middle school girls to be jerks, so we have been (im)patiently awaiting her old friends to come back and accept M for her differences.

And we’re actually doing pretty well. M is highly creative, and has found a lot of joy in playing online games with different people every day; and has found new ways to express herself through her art and drama.

After a long summer of her asking if she could cut her hair, I acquiesced. (my thought was “it’s hair. It will grow back.” and “If this is something that makes her happy, okay.”)

We found a Sports Clips that does only males, and showed them the picture, and voila, my beautiful, little girl came out as the most angelic, prettiest little boy I have ever seen.

M then asked to get some “boy” clothes so she could strut her stuff as a Roblox-playing, Minecraft apparel-wearing, scooter-riding boy.

She spent the last few weeks enjoying the fun side of being a boy, and even opened doors for me on her own; grabbed grocery bags; helped her little sister walk across the parking lot safely…

I had a few moments of confliction- wondering if I was setting my child up for failure, sending her to hell (because of a few well-meaning remarks by a friend); potentially allowing her to be shunned even more…

(I cried a few times. The big yucky ones that come with lots of snot and hyperventilating and trying to talk while wheezing through stuttered, hard-to-get breaths)

And then my sister and my best friend both got onto me. (lovingly, the way a bestie and a sister should😉 )

They reminded me that the jerks in the neighborhood had been jerks even before M started trying out her new looks and acting. They reminded me that M had been a vampire, a witch, a goth, a fairy, a unicorn and a mermaid over the past several years.

Her experimentation and creativity were what made her, HER. And she was beautiful because of that light inside her and out. And not because of what anyone else perceived as beautiful and normal.

(okay, that’s the first part. Here’s my small part🙂 )

Last night, I accidentally got dragged into one of those fun facebook games because I “liked”  a friend’s post about getting out of a speeding ticket with their boobs, and another for winning a lottery.😉

Even though I hate these games, I decided to follow through, because there was a chance it was legitimately for breast cancer. And hey, I’ll do almost anything fun for kids, animals, wounded vets and cancer.

So I decided to choose the craziest post I could-

diarrhea.

Hehe, I could have chosen something like using my boobs to get out of a ticket, but a lot of other people had done that already, and I wanted to be unique.😉

Then I regretted it for the next several hours-tossing and turning in bed, wondering if people were going to really believe the post. Was my mentor / friend going to email me and say, “Um, Kate, you know that is really unprofessional and inappropriate.”

(She hasn’t yet. But with our relationship, I would expect her to, and appreciate her looking out for me.)😉

Anyway, I almost took it down today.

Then, I had an “it just clicked” moment with my daughter…

Today, she decided she wanted to pull out all the makeup, find her cute sparkly tennis shoes, dress up a bit differently; and be a “skater girl” sort of type.

(makeup, styled hair kind of like Anne Hathaway’s after Les Miserables, a Minecraft shirt, sparkly shoes, pink eye shadow, foundation, a little blush, and some light pink lipstick)

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To say she ROCKED IT, is understating how amazing she looked. She was absolutely adorable, and once again showed off her style and flair in a confident manner.

Until we got to her new class. (She had only been to this class twice)

M sat in the car, and cried, and tried to wipe off all the makeup. She said she was afraid these new girls would tease her for wearing makeup, like the neighbor girls did.

I was furious!

Not at her. Mostly those little girls and their mothers; at myself for not doing a better job of projecting confidence and a “Girls kick ass” aura a bit better.

I told her that. I kind of lost my temper a bit too. But I told her everything that was on my heart, while my other, younger daughter listened wide-eyed in the back of the car.

I told her not to take off that dang makeup. That it had made her feel pretty and happy up until the second we pulled into the parking lot of the class.

That she was letting other people, and the fear of even more people change her actions and perceptions of herself.

She is a beautiful, amazing, young woman, who is kind and loving; does amazing art; plays with little kids, tells other people the things that bless them. She is creative and fun and energetic.

She is able to pull off being a vampire, a mermaid, a fairy, a boy, a skater girl, goth chick, karate kick ass chick… You name it, she pulls it off with style.

I told her all of this, along with the fact, that if she decided to change her style, not because she wanted to , but because she was afraid of what someone else would think, then she was essentially saying everything that she is (that we can all see in her), is crap.

It was probably a lot for an eleven year old to take in. But I wanted her to know that I love her so very much, and I don’t care how she dresses. And if it makes her happy, then she should continue doing it.

Be her.

Be M.

(not many people remember the unicorn picture from a few years ago. Sorry, I can’t post it on my public blog. But for those who haven’t seen it, picture an eight to nine year old prancing around Trader Joes, singing, “I’m a Unicorn.”)

That’s my baby.

I hope she knows how much she is loved, and how special she is.

I hope she never loses that light.

And I pray that she doesn’t let peer pressure affect her as badly as I have let it affect me.

So, I’m keeping the Facebook post.

Yep, folks. I have diarrhea.😉

And I am going to make a really conscious effort to not worry about what my peers think of me before I do things.

I am going to write some books that make me happy without wondering about perception.

I’m going to continue wearing my Army boots with sun dresses (much to my poor hubby’s dismay😉 )

I’m going to wear pigtails when I want to look cute.

I am going to remember to like myself, not for anyone else’s judgment or acceptance, but for me.

Because, not only do I have a little girl on my living room couch, wearing a long, red wig and minecraft clothes; and I want to be a good role model;

but also because I think it might be pretty dang good for me too.

Sorry for the long post.

Thanks for listening.

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hugs and blessings

Brand new sexy shorts from Morganna Williams!

Morganna Williams has a brand new compilation of sexy stories to get your fire started.😉

Excerpt:

“I need you to possess me so completely I don’t know where you end and I begin,” I told you huskily, knowing you could chase away the shadows and remind me of the joy that can be shared between two people who love each other as we do.

You firmly caught the back of my head between your hands and devoured me with your eyes before leaning in to take my mouth, making it yours. Owning me completely in this moment in time, taking what was yours.

Firm hands set me away; I swayed, slightly disoriented, drugged on your kiss alone. “Strip,” you said succinctly and I rushed to comply.

When I stood naked before you, a hand came out to stroke down the left side of my body in a fleeting caress, leaving me shivering with need.

“Bend over the arm of the couch.” Your stern words rolled over me, feeding the darker need inside me even as I looked at you questioningly.

“Why?” I asked softly.

“Because you need it,” was your simple answer.

Before I knew it I was in place and your hand was falling hard and fast on my upturned bottom. As the heat and sting grew, I realized you were right; I did need this almost as much as I needed you.

Again and again your hand fell until tears were once again falling unchecked down my cheeks. This thing we do is interesting; though my bottom was now on fire, I was also getting wetter and wetter as the ache between my thighs grew.

morganna shorts

Blurb:

Don’t miss this collection of twenty-two short stories, each featuring a firm-handed man who knows exactly how to deal with a misbehaving woman. Sometimes a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking will suffice, while other times more thorough, humiliating punishments will be needed, but no matter what the naughty girl in question will be left with her cheeks blushing, her backside blazing, and her body burning with desire.

Publisher’s Note: Properly Punished is a collection of short stories which include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that these stories have been previously published on the author’s blog.

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Sexy new D/s from Jane Henry!

Jane Henry’s third “Bound to You” story, Complete Me, is out, and man, it sounds hot!

Excerpt:“You naughty little thing.”

 “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, as she held a pile of mail in one hand and her purse in the other.

“Hey,” she greeted. “You have a good day?”

He nodded. “You?” he asked as he crooked a finger and beckoned her over. She placed the mail on a shelf behind her and her bag atop it as she walked over to him. He looped a finger into the belt of her jeans and pulled her onto his lap. It was his signature move and never failed to get a squeal out of her. She draped her arms around his neck and he kissed her, hard and fast, his fingers fisted in the hair at the back of her head.

“Welcome home,” he murmured. “I see you drove into the driveway like a good girl.”

“Like the boring, deliberately careful girl you trained me to be, sir,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “The next thing you know, you’ll have me wearing sensible shoes and ordering the early bird special when we go out to dinner.”

She squealed as he played his part and turned her over, landing a punishing swat to the seat of her pants.

“You naughty little thing,” he said, but she was determined, as she spoke to him over her shoulder.

“And yes, sir, I look both ways when I cross the street and never take candy from strangers!”

“Brat!” he said, his eyes locating the newly-made paddle on the workbench as he gave her another, intentionally lighter swat with his hand, a few love pats as he held her in position and hooked a finger around the leather loop of the paddle. Before she could see what he was doing, he raised it and whack!

He’d tested it thoroughly on his thigh first, as he never spanked her ass with anything until he’d tested it.

She yelped out loud.

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “That is not your hand!”

“Nope,” he chuckled.

Whack! He gave her another calculated swat, enough that he knew she’d feel it for a good long while, but lightly enough that he knew it would not be terribly painful. He’d intentionally used a lightweight wood that would pack a good sting but be gentle enough to be used for good girl spankings. Still, he knew it certainly did sting.

“What is that?” she wailed as he gave her another hard swat.

“What, baby?” he said, feigning ignorance.

“What are you spanking me with?” she yelped, scissoring her legs as he gave her another wallop.

“What?” he said. Whack! “This?” Whack!

“Yessss,” she cried.

Chuckling, he flipped her back over so she was sitting upright and the second he released her, she leapt to her feet, her little hands rubbing her bottom as she stared at him and looked around wildly to see what manner of beast had nipped her ass.

He twirled the pretty little paddle in his hand.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” he asked. She frowned, but he could tell she was pleased. She did love to be spanked. Squealing, squirming, and trying to get away was part of playing hard-to-catch.

“Oh, it’s just gorgeous,” she muttered sarcastically, her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to massage her backside.

“Just like my girl,” he said. “Petite but sturdy, able to withstand much spanking, and truly one of a kind.”

complete me Jane Henry

 

Blurb:

Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking?

At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.

Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Available for purchase at:

Amazon.com

Barnes and Noble

Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy:

Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.

 

Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.

 

 

 

Other books by Jane Henry:

 

A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends…can they be lovers?

 

 

 

Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.

 

My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor’s kinky pursuits.

 

Claimed on the Frontier: Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.

 

 

Bio:

 

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

 

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New author spotlight – Audrey Randall

I am pleased to have with me today, a brand new author, Audrey Randall. She is really nice and has a ton of fun story ideas. I can’t wait to read her debut book. She sat down with me for a quick interview. 🙂

Katherine Deane: Welcome, Audrey. How long have you been writing?

Audrey Randall: I could be silly and say since I was three, but I haven’t been writing novellas very long. Only a few months, but it has been wonderful! I have met so many new friends, as well as learned a lot about myself and the industry.

Katherine Deane: Congratulations! So this is your first publication, right?

Audrey Randall: Yes! Playing His Game is my first novella. I am so excited to share it with others! I am currently working on the second book in the series, Playing Her Game.

Katherine Deane: Awesome! What made you decide one day to write a story?

Audrey Randall: I wrote Playing His Game for myself. I wanted to do something just for me and ended up liking it so much, that I decided to publish it.

Katherine Deane: I started like that too. J What do you like to read?

Audrey Randall: I am a romance junkie. Anything in the genre, I love! I read romance books and like eating M&M’s!

Katherine Deane: I read while eating mallo cups.😉 Chocolate is a great addition to romance, eh?😉

What was your favorite and least favorite thing about the writing process for this book?

Audrey Randall: I really enjoyed coming up with the general plot of Playing His Game. It was a lot of fun imagining a videogame that would take the world by storm! I wish I had thought of Pokémon GO! The hardest part about writing the book novella was the love scenes. Trying to keep track of whose hands was where and other body parts involved was a challenge at times! Sometimes it felt like I was describing a game of Twister! On the whole, writing Playing His Game was a true pleasure! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And if you did, please let me know!

Katherine Deane: It sounds like a lot of fun. I have it on my TBR list and can’t wait to read it!! Congratulations on your first book, and good luck!

Audrey Randall convserve

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Chapter One
Aimee
“You have got to be kidding me?!” Aimee replied as she looked at her identical twin sister, Stephanie. Steph had always been the impulsive one, but this request was on a whole new level- even for Steph.
“I’m not! Look, we really could use your help! If you don’t go as me, the whole team will lose! I can’t do it, and you have the summer since school’s out…” Stephanie pleaded as she held up her arms, both sporting bright pink casts up to her mid forearm. She then did her best puppy dog eye impression to guilt Aimee even more.
Aimee felt a bang of sympathy for her wounded sister and thanked whoever had saved Steph a worse fate. The poor thing had been lucky to only break both of her wrists in the massive car accident she had been in the day before. Her injury couldn’t have come at a worse time for her career. Steph’s guild in the wildly popular videogame, The Celestial Prophesy, the Star Raiders, had made it to the regional competition that was taking place in two days. Winners from the regional games went onto the national competitions. The Star Raiders were a fan favorite to move on, but if word got out about Steph’s injury, it could hurt more than just their chances of winning. It put into jeopardy their livelihood, which included major company sponsorships, conferences, consulting, and prize money. Nebula One, the game’s creator, had made a fortune off the game and so had their key players. It was the most popular game in the world, boasting whole channels dedicated to its play and regular news spots covering the game and popular players like Steph and her team.
Feeling guilty about possibly letting down Daemon, Aaron, and Lana, Steph had concocted a wild plan to have Aimee pose as her for the competition. The problem was, Aimee had no clue how to play The Celestial Prophesy. As a second grade teacher in Berkeley, California, Aimee didn’t really understand what it was about the space game that made her sister spend all her waking hours playing it. Heck, she was still amazed that people made such a comfortable living from it.
“Look, I’ve already invited Daemon over to help teach you. He’s arguably the best player in the game, after me of course,” Steph said as she bent forward to take a sip from the bendy straw in her soda.
“Of course, you are the best,” Aimee agreed as she took a sip of her own soda. “It’ll be a miracle if he manages to speak three words to me,” she mused. Aimee felt her panties getting wet just thinking about Daemon Ivanov. She hated to admit it, but he had played a large role in her personal nighttime fantasies. He was very drool worthy.
“Maybe he has a crush on you?” Steph suggested waggling her eyebrows at Aimee with a silly smile. When she then gave an exaggerated pucker kiss, Aimee felt herself start laughing.
“Ha!” Aimee retorted. She wished that he did. Although he had spent many afternoons on her couch over the last two years, she had also seen him on TV and magazines dating models and actresses. Aimee vividly remembered a year ago when he even dated the Prime Minister of England’s daughter. His popularity wasn’t that surprising, at six foot three with his rangy cowboy type of build that always drew the ladies eyes. She had always wanted to ask him how he got such a great body from playing games professionally, since it was such a ‘couch potato’ type of job. She knew he spent a lot of time indoors, since he was a bit on the pale side. But, that only turned Aimee on more. As a huge fan of vampire romances, it was like he was her own blood sucker. How she would love to let him suck her! She could write whole sonnets on his gorgeous lips. Sometimes the image of him using his sexy lips on various parts of her body would pop in her mind at the most inopportune times at work- giving a spelling test, photocopying papers, staff meetings. It always served to make her cream her panties, especially if she imagined herself holding his head to her mound, weaving her fingers through his thick, wavy black hair as he looked up at her with his moss green eyes. Yum!
Spending any time alone with Daemon might not be a good thing. It wasn’t just his sexy body that called to her, but his personality too. He was… intense. He had a certain charisma about him that made Aimee’s panties melt. Although they had never had a conversation without her sister present, she had always felt a spark between them. A spark that could ignite into a five alarm fire on her side, if she let it. She didn’t want to ruin her sister’s career and friendship because she couldn’t keep her panties on.
“It’ll be fine, Aimee,” Steph reassured Aimee.
A knock sounded on the door making the twins turn. “I’ll just… get that.” Aimee set her drink down and got up from the couch, feeling frazzled. If only she had been given some more warning, she might have been able to handle this. Now, she would be letting everyone down when she told them there was no way she could pose as Steph for the game. She felt torn. It felt morally wrong to lie, but at the same time she couldn’t look into the face of her sister and her team as she told them she would be letting them down.
Before answering the door, Aimee looked at herself in the full length mirror next to the coat closet. “Arg!” she tore her fingers through her long, mahogany hair to try to get it to behave. It was an effort in vain, as it continued to fall limply around her face.
Another knock sounded on the door, and Steph gave a laugh from the couch as Aimee jumped. “Impatient guy! You might want to get that!” her sister called to her with a laugh. Aimee just turned and stuck her tongue out at her twin.
She then pulled her pale blue sundress down a bit, wishing that she didn’t have those extra ten pounds around her thighs or that she had time to change into something that didn’t show so much leg. Mentally counting to three, she opened the door.
Audrey Randall heart attack

Author Spotlight – Measha Stone

Measha Stone is visiting today, with the third book in a hot series.🙂

Excerpt:

He wasn’t asleep. He was standing in the middle of the room, exactly where she had stomped away from him, holding his belt in his right hand. Her eyes darted to the loosely hanging leather at his side and then his expression. Dark. Extremely dark. His lips were pursed his jaw set tight, and his eyes fixated on her with a sternness she hadn’t believed him capable of until that moment.

“Uh-um.” She stammered standing just outside the bathroom staring at his hand that was swinging the belt and casually tapping it against his leg. “Uh.” What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she get a full word out, and why wasn’t he saying anything?

“I think I’ve been pretty patient. I haven’t demanded anything. I haven’t encroached on your plans, have I?” His voice held steady, no tremor or indecisiveness to it.

She swallowed. “Well. No, not really.”

“I haven’t told you what to do, what to wear, where to go, anything like that?” He took one step toward her and her stomach twisted.

“Not really.” She had to be honest. Other than his lines of questioning he hadn’t really made her do anything. Other than making her leave her apartment, which she had to be honest, wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

“Yet, when I try having a conversation about your health, your wellbeing—you feel it’s respectful to blow me off and stomp away. Slamming doors.” His tone didn’t waiver, but the volume had lowered. She found herself holding the hem of her shirt with both hands, and twisting the fabric with her fingers.

“Not when you say it that way,” She tried a smile, a little humor. It didn’t faze him or deter him, he took another step toward her. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore, she noticed. His button down shirt that was neatly tucked into his beltless slacks had been rolled up at the sleeves. She wanted to bolt back into the bathroom but her feet were being entirely too uncooperative. “Alex.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I told you. I’m not good at this.” His raised eyebrow told her it might not have been the best tactic.

“Good at what? Being respectful?” The slapping of the belt against this leg became more intense.

“The full time submissive thing. I’m not good at it. I told you that.” She really wished he wouldn’t take another step. One more and he’d be within touching distance and since her feet still wouldn’t obey her, she was sure he’d grab her.

“When we talked about us becoming a couple, us doing this, I told you I would help you with that.” He reminded her with a calm in his voice. He looked upset yes, irritated even, but not angry. Not out of control anger. She knew he was in complete control of himself, and even her with the way he kept looking at her. It was as if running wasn’t an option, her feet understood that before her brain did, apparently. The bastards.

“Well, yes. I remember.” Her answer came softly. He had said that, and she had agreed. She had always enjoyed the submissive side of herself. Not just sexually. She’d had enough play time at the dungeons to know she loved the kiss of the flogger, but it was when the scene ended that the real cravings began. She’d seen couples at the parties, even at Top Floor. The caring between the partners, the love, and respect the dominants showed their subs, and it was reciprocated. That’s what she craved. The dominance that continued after the flogging.

And here it stood. Right in front of her holding a leather belt.

“Have you ever been spanked, for punishment?” He asked, not moving toward her any more.

indebted heart measha stone

 

Blurb

Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track. She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend.

Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side.

When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.

Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways?

 

Buy Links:

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ALSO IN THE WINDY CITY SERIES

HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1

A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.

SECURED HEART, BOOK 2

A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.

AUTHOR BIO

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.

 

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Secrets and surprises of a close relationship – Guest blog by Cara Bristol

Cara Bristol is visiting today! I read this, and loved it so much!

Guest blog: Secrets and surprises of a close relationship

By Cara Bristol

Did you ever learn something new about your partner?

My husband and I recently marked our 23rd wedding anniversary. We dated for five years before we got married, so we’ve known each for 28 years. I think it’s fair to say we know each other really well.

And yet…I only recently learned that he likes banana pudding a lot. After 28 years together, how did I not know that about him? I know he loves mashed potatoes and gravy, cookies and milk, and lemon meringue pie, but somehow, I never knew he really, really likes banana pudding.

It’s always possible to learn something knew about somebody you think you know well. Or you discover that what you believe to be true, isn’t the case.

The hero and heroine of Destiny’s Chance are “platonic” friends, but Destiny has secretly loved Chance for as long as she’s known him. When a tragic act of fate brings them together as lovers, she believes she’s finally been granted her heart’s desire. But what she soon discovers is that Chance is a very kinky man—something she never knew about him. And Destiny has her own secret, one so incredible, it might just be the end of the new relationship.

 

Destiny’s Chance Blurb:

Fate gave her a chance for love. Is she brave enough to accept it?

Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

 

Destiny's Chance 600 x 900

Excerpt:

A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.

She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”

She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.

“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.

She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.

Her pussy cheered with a twitch.

She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.

She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

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USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance 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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Maggie Carpenter brings her hot cowboy!

This one is totally on my TBR list now after reading these excerpts. Maggie Carpenter is amazing!

EXCERPT:

Starting up again, he increased the force of the spanking, catching her sensitive sit spot, and landing volleys of hard smacks on the same cheek, continuing to punish her until she was yelping and begging him to stop.

“Have you learned?” he asked solemnly, pausing his hand.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl, callin’ me Sir. That’s good, now go fetch your hairbrush.”

“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she muttered, and with her burning backside making it clear she’d better not argue, she slid off his knees, and clutching her hot skin she walked to the dresser, picked up the brush, and carried it back to him.

“Turn around and let me see you swat yourself four times, real quick and hard, on each cheek, and if I don’t think it’s hard enough, I’ll do myself after you finish.”

“I… uh…”

“You wanna make it five?”

Strangely embarrassed, she pivoted on her feet, and holding the brush behind her, she clenched her teeth and delivered the stinging swats.

“Other side,” he said brusquely, “no waitin’.”

Switching hands, though it was still awkward, she managed it, and the swats were just as fast and hard as the previous four.

“Turn back around.”

Taking a deep breath, she slowly faced him.

“Tell me why I had you do that?” he asked, taking the hairbrush and laying it on the bed.

“I’m not sure, Sir.”

“That’s called justice, and it was for all the times you’ve sassed me or argued or been difficult,” he said, reaching behind her and holding her cheeks. “Your slate is clean now, but from this point on, when you need it, I’ll be spankin’ you, or maybe punishin’ you some other way. If it’s serious, I’ll take my gun belt to your butt, or the reins from your bridle. You’ll be happier for the discipline, but you already know that.”

“I do,” she admitted, nodding her head. “It’s strange, but I do.”

“Come lie with me on the bed,” he said, softening his voice. “You’ll always have lots of love after I’ve chastised you.”

Stretching out on the bed, she curled into his arms, and he moved his hand down to her hot red bottom, gently smoothing it over her scorched skin.

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BLURB

 When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge wont be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.

 From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isnt long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.

 Tucker didnt come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker cant get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distraction?

 Publishers Note: Tuckers Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please dont buy this book.

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A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE

Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don’t need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There’s a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.

 

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