A Perfect Partnership, spankings, and sushi ;)

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I’m sharing an excerpt from Rayanna Jamison’s hot Corbin’s Bend novel, A Perfect Partnership. Did you know her main character, Laney, runs a sushi restaurant? Yum! She even gives lots of fun names to her creations- like the HOH Roll, fantasy roll, That’s gonna sting. LOL, it’s spanko Sushi heaven! Here’s an excerpt that I really enjoyed when I read this!

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“I’ll take a Corbin’s Bend roll, and a Paddle You Pink roll, to go, please.” His eyes twinkled mischievously, and Laney blanched at his choice, relieved that she had chosen to take his order to go. She really didn’t know how much more of him she could take. It was only noon, and she was ready for this day to be over. She donned a new pair of plastic gloves, then stepped behind the glass screen to make his order, every nerve in her body painfully aware of his eyes following her as she worked. She didn’t think she had ever worked as fast, mad at her body for betraying her, as his mere presence caused her to be instantly aroused. She needed him to be out of here, and she needed to stop seeing him everywhere she turned. Ever since he had arrived in Corbin’s Bend, if she wasn’t seeing him, she was hearing about him.

Wordlessly, she finished his order, bagged it up, and walked it over to the register. She took his cash, and quickly made change for the twenty he handed her. “Have a good day,” she said dismissing him with a fake smile. To her dismay, he didn’t leave.

“Lannea,” he started, nervously.

“It’s Laney!”

“ Lannea,” he continued stubbornly. “I have always prided myself on being a man of my word, and I don’t think I treated you very fairly last night.  It’s come to my attention, that, ahem, it was unfair of me to make threats I didn’t plan on carrying out.” Laney could see beads of sweat forming on his brow, and she knew he was nervous, although she hadn’t quite figured out why, or what exactly he was getting at. If anything, the more he spoke, the more confused she became.

“What are you saying?” Her voice was flat and unaffected. She watched as he realized how unclear he was being, took a deep breath, and started over.

“I’m saying, I like you, and despite the fact that we got off to a rocky start I think you are sweet, and funny, and breathtakingly beautiful and I’d like to get to know you better, if you’ll let me. I’m completely new to the world of dating, and I’m not very good at this. I understand now what I said that hurt you and why it did. All I’m asking that you give me a chance to right the wrong, and..” he paused searching and when he spoke again, she got the distinct impression that the words he spoke were foreign to him, borrowed from somebody else. “And put my money where my mouth is.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Are you saying… what I think you’re saying?”

Blurb:

Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin’s Bend. He wanted to find the one  woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. When a summer storm blows beautiful Lannea Paulsen into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.

Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin’s Bend last year. Save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi restaurant she runs with her cousin, and find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible.

When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue. One thing leads to another and they find themselves in a tumultuous platonic  DD relationship. Sparks fly  as they both refuse to admit the depth of their true feelings. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted?

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Ebook winners :)

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Thanks so much to everyone who participate in the Cold Nights, Hot Reads blog hop!

I have the two winners of the ebook choice:

Christina

Rebecca Ray

Congratulations, ladies! Feel free to choose from one of my ebooks you see listed on the sidebar.

Thanks for all the warm responses!

And thanks again to the Red Hot Authors Café for hosting this!

As soon as I hear the official winners of the overall prizes, I will post them here.

Thanks again, for participating.

Stay warm

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Cold Nights, Hot Reads Blog Hop

 

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I’m so excited to be a part of the Cold Nights, Hot Read Blog Hop. Thanks to the Red Hot Authors Café for hosting. There are plenty of prizes to win, like:

•    1st Prize:  $125 Paypal Cash or Gift Card
•    2nd Prize: $50 Paypal Cash or Gift Card
•    3rd Prize:  $35 Paypal Cash or Gift Card
•    4th Prize   $20 Gift Certificate for Phaze Books

Just click on the raffle copter link below :)

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1f1a4a0822/

To be eligible for my prize, a free copy of one of my books, just read the excerpt and comment at the end. It’s that simple.

The following excerpt is taken from The Coach’s Discipline.  Claire is being talked through her very first self spanking – over the phone. Hopefully, it heats up more than just her bare bottom. ;)

 

She giggled. She couldn’t help it. This was kind of unnerving and exciting. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Naughty young ladies who don’t pay attention, get punished, Claire.” He paused and in a silken voice, emphasizing each word, he said, “Bend. Over. The. Bed.”

She swallowed hard and complied quickly.

“Arms straight, hands reaching for the other end.”

She stretched her arms out, and placed her palms on the top of her pink paisley coverlet. Her breathing felt fast. She wondered if he could hear her.

“Close your eyes, and listen.” He directed and she obeyed.

Crack!

Her eyes flew open, and she choked on a breath. She flinched again, when the loud thud repeated over her phone, right next to her head.

“That is a wooden hairbrush,” he explained casually. “I’m striking my palm, but we are going to pretend this is your naughty bottom.”

Claire mewled and felt her heart rate increase.

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Y-y-yes sir,” she stuttered and clenched her eyelids closed.

Crack! “Are you paying attention now?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in between rapid breaths.

“Pull your pants and panties down right below your cheeks, Claire.”

“Okay.” She yanked her panties down, and got stuck before remembering to grab the waistband of her pants. She finally got them both pulled down, and the cool air rushed to her cheeks and between her legs. Good Lord! The moisture dripping down her thighs gave her a feeling of coolness and heat at the same time.

“Push your butt out – away from the bed. Way out.”

She pressed her bottom out, and arched her back, and licked her lips. She felt so vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing, lower body. She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom, pat it gently just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs shook as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have such an effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

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Blurb:

Marathon runner Claire Jacobs has always dreamed of making it to the Olympics, but she has a habit of getting in her own way. With the help of Nick Fox, a legendary coach known for his unconventional techniques, she prepares for one last shot at her dream. Traumatic memories of her experience with her last coach still haunt Claire, though, and in spite of his reputation she finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority.

The more time he spends with Claire, the more Nick finds himself enchanted by her drive and deep commitment to her fellow runners. But when her self-destructive behavior crosses the line, Nick realizes he has only one option to help the woman he has come to care about so much—he will need to give her the first spanking of her life and make sure it is one she will not forget.

Despite his firm discipline, Claire quickly comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction, and soon he has grown to be much more than just her coach. But when jealousy and misunderstandings threaten to tear the team apart, will she run away as she always has in the past, or can she trust in her newfound love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

Publisher’s Note: The Coach’s Discipline is an erotic romance novel that includes 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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Kallista Dane visits with Captured and Examined.

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Do you like science fiction? I do! Kallista Dane is stopping by with an excerpt from her book, Captured and Examined.  This is an erotic romance-  blend of science fiction, adventure and time travel with lots of spanking and even some hot medical play. Sounds yummy!

 

Excerpt:

She kicked him then, right in his bad knee, with Remy’s hard boot.  Quinn crumpled, sagging down onto the hard slab of stone behind him.  He swore and pulled her face-down across his lap.

“If you were a man, I’d knock you cold for that, wait till you woke up, then knock you cold again.”  As he spoke, he was yanking the jeans down, exposing her bare bottom.  “I can’t beat you up, but I certainly can blister your ass.”  His hand cracked down on her left buttock, then on her right.  Tess shrieked and fought like a wildcat.  But he simply shifted his position, trapping her legs between his.

“You’re going to tell me the truth this time,” he growled.  “Or I swear I’ll whack you till you can’t sit down for a week.”

Tess began beating on his thighs with both fists.  Quinn grunted and captured both her wrists in one hand, pulling them behind her back.  Then he smacked her again, the sharp slap of his open palm against her bare flesh echoing through the countryside.  She let out a howl.

Quinn spanked her harder, settling into a pitiless rhythm that had her ass glowing a brighter red than her hair in no time.  First one cheek, then the other, all the while punctuating his punishment with a nonstop stream of orders.

“You’re going to stay right here, bent over my lap with your ass bared, and we’re

going to do another interrogation, this time my way.  I’m going to ask you questions and you’re going to answer me.  No games, no bullshit.  If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll get spanked some more.  I’m not going to stop until you convince me that you’ve told me everything you know about what happened the other night.”

Blurb:

When her father tries to force her to marry fat, old, drunken Owen Leary to preserve the family lands, Tess O’Rourke runs away from home. She gets lost on the heath in the midst of a ferocious storm and loses consciousness, only to awaken in a cave, naked and shivering, staring into the eyes of a handsome stranger. To her dismay, the man questions her in an unfamiliar language and then spanks her bare bottom when she tries to run away.

After computers all over Europe are hit with a crippling attack, Quinn, an ex-Navy SEAL now working for NATO’s cyber-terrorism squad, is dispatched to the Irish coastline in search of the problem’s source. It is there that he discovers a naked Irish lass hiding in a cave near an ancient stone outcropping.  After she attacks him and attempts to flee, he brings the defiant girl back to his headquarters with a well-spanked bottom. Once there, his medical team conducts a thorough examination, leaving his captive deeply humiliated and even more determined to escape.  Quinn has no intention of letting her go until he gets the truth, but Tess speaks only Gaelic and seems to know nothing of modern day life, and hard as it is for him to believe, over time Quinn becomes convinced that she has somehow been transported from the past.

With each passing day his feelings for the feisty redhead grow stronger, and when he discovers that his superiors plan to lock her up indefinitely and study her like a lab rat, Quinn risks everything to rescue her. But can he keep her safe long enough to unravel the mystery that brought her into his life?

Publisher’s Note: Captured and Examined is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spanking, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Kallista’s Bio

Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint.  I have but one talent.  I am a weaver of words.  I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.

As a little girl I was afraid to take risks.  As a woman, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail.  But the greatest risk I’ve taken is putting my naughtiest secret fantasies in print.

Kallista’s Blog    http://kallistadane.blogspot.com/

Kallista’s Facebook page –  https://www.facebook.com/kallista.dane.5

Kallista’s Amazon page   http://www.amazon.com/Kallista-Dane/e/B00D54IW6M/

 

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Spanked After 40 – heroines in their prime

Today’s a special post in honor of all the “older than average” spanked female characters.  :)

I have read several books recently that have had female main characters who were slightly older than the average 20-30 something. I adored these women, and loved their stories. It makes sense. I’m not 20 or 30 anymore. I’m a 40 something. So it’s nice to every once in a while connect with  a character who is close to my own age.

So in honor of the slightly more experienced women in spanking and erotic romance, I have placed their covers along with a quick logline for each, so you can meet these awesome women.

All are over 36, and a few are even a bit older. But that doesn’t stop them from being fantastic characters! I can vouch for them, having read 3/4 of them. And I am planning on reading the rest, soon.

Thanks to the authors for sharing their wonderful characters.

These are in no particular order :)

 

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Buy on Amazon (currently sold as part of When the Gavel Falls box set)

 

 

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the gift of play (from the DD side of things)

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It’s valentine’s Day, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be grumpy yet. Usually, something happens to make one of us get busy or distracted, so we end up not really doing much. LOL, every year, I tell myself not to get worked up if we don’t do anything, or if I have to plan out all the details myself. (I am quite awesome at planning, though, and can be very creative when coming up with romantic ways to be together) :)

This morning, my husband greeted me in the kitchen, with a big hug and, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It was nice to snuggle in his arms and have him all to myself for a few minutes.

He then turned our bodies, so we were shifted away from the counter.

“What are you—“

He bent me over slightly at the waist, and smacked the back of my black, yoga pants.

Spank Me Yoga Pants

(Okay, my yoga pants don’t say “Spank Me” on the back, but they do say “Spank me” subliminally. I should wear them more often. ;)

Three more crisp, hard swats warmed me up faster than any “Happy Valentine’s Day” could have done.

“Thank you,” I purred up into his arms.

Our youngest child yelled down the stairs, “Mommy, is that you calling for us?”

(I had lost my voice for a week and a half, and had to resort to clapping for the kids, when I wanted their attention. :))

“No, kiddo,” My husband chuckled, and bent me over again, just a tad, and smacked my backside again. “That’s just me making my own noise. If mommy wanted you, it would sound like this.” He smacked the palms of his hands together, creating a loud, clapping sound.

He called up to them and showed them the difference between the thuddy sound that he made, followed by the clapping sound that mom made, a few more times.

I giggled quietly into his chest, as he finished his explanations.

“Okay,” both kids called down, and returned to their game.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I snuggled into my husband and promised to thank him more appropriately, later.

I still don’t know if we are going to do anything tonight, but I guess I won’t be grumpy. He’s already given me a pretty good gift.

The gift of play.

 

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Happy spanks!

Lucky Leprechauns, Sexy Euphemisms, and Dirty Truck Talk – a real interview with Aubrey Cara

 

Aubrey Cara’s in the hot seat.  We are having a good old fashioned, fun, slightly inappropriate at times, interview about her brand new book, Taming Kat. ;) It all started when I read the scene where Caleb nicknamed Kat’s most private part, his lucky leprechaun…

 

Katherine Deane: So Aubrey, let’s get down to business.

The leprechaun- Lucky little bastard that hoards gold or the red headed stepchild of the hoohah?

Aubrey Cara: Did you just say red headed stepchild of the hoohah?

Katherine Deane: Inquiring minds want to know.

Aubrey Cara: I um…well–

Katherine Deane: And in all fairness, why didn’t Caleb get a nickname?

Aubrey Cara: Caleb or his penis?

Katherine Deane: His penis

Aubrey Cara: hooha, penis fly trap, and leprechaun weren’t enough horrible euphemisms in one book?

Katherine Deane: I’ll see your hoohah, penis fly trap, and leprechaun, and raise you a spam javelin, womb ferret, and a Just-in Beaver.

Aubrey Cara: Just-in Beaver? That is brilliantly horrifying. I, um—I suppose I’ll see your spam javelin, womb ferret, and Just-in Beaver and raise you a liquid gold miner, Texas Momba, bald-headed yogurt slinger.

Katherine Deane: Bwhahaha, Okay, okay, enough with the penis talk already. You  distracted me so much, I don’t know what I wanted to ask next! So let’s move on to the issue of the truck. So…. Caleb giving Kat his truck for a few days. That’s a pretty big step for a dude, especially, a Texan, right? You know in some cultures, they would be considered legally married at this point.

Aubrey Cara: It’s true. The Right Of The Truck, or TROFT for short, has resulted in numerous unwitting marriages. I’m hoping to spread awareness. Also, circling a barn with a man, especially a rancher, can and will lead to pregnancy. A rancher’s sperm, much like their truck, tend to ‘get the job done’. If you know what I mean.

Katherine Deane: aaaand now we are back to penis talk again. Seriously, how big is Caleb’s stroker kit?

Aubrey Cara: <holds hands up to an impressive, if not intimidating width>

Katherine Deane: I bet he reeeeeeally knows how to use the ol’ Master / Slave Cylinder. Hehe, has Kat ever blown his tranny?

Aubrey Cara: More than once, and in great detail.

Katherine Deane: Um, okay I was trying to talk about truck euphemisms, and you completely discomfuddled me. How about we talk about safewords?

Aubrey Cara: Do I need a safeword?

Katherine Deane: No, I’d like to be serious for a minute, and stop jawing about peni’s. (Penis’s? What the heck is the plural form of penis , anyway?) Why did Kat safeword during their talk? They had the miscommunication, he had already loaned her his truck for Gawd’s sake. Didn’t she trust him to safely discuss her feelings?

Aubrey Cara: Poor girl had no idea she’d already taken a big step by driving the man’s truck. :) At the moment she safewords having any type of discussion would have been too exposing. She was feeling broken and vulnerable. Caleb is 100% Dom, but he always respects a sub’s prerogative to safeword. Kat (unfortunately for her poor posterior) uses this against him, the silly girl.

Safewording out of a convo with a man that has a penchant for spanking you is never a good idea. Saying you’re sorry often involves a sore bottom.

Katherine Deane: I totally get that.

Aubrey Cara: A sore bottom?

Katherine Deane: Mmmm, yeah, sore bottoms are lovely. What were we talking about again?

Aubrey Cara: Safewords It’s important to be with a man that you know will respect your safeword.

Katherine Deane: Ohhh, like if he chooses Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious in pig latin? Probably not a good sign, eh?

Aubrey Cara: That is a good indicator you’re with a man that is not going to respect your safeword. Also, if he doesn’t ask you for one, and then when you tell him yours he shrugs, and utters a noncommittal, “Okay,” or “Baby, safewords are lame,” or “That’s nice”. That’s never a good sign.

Katherine Deane: Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got a good one! If your guys says your safe word is “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” hehe

Aubrey Cara: After you’re tied he’s suddenly all, “Me no hablo ingles”.

Katherine Deane: Como se’, WTF?!

Aubrey Cara: <snorts> Definitely a bad sign!!

Katherine Deane: Well, I totally enjoyed talking about Caleb and Kat; penis’s; spankings; and the worst safe words in the history of D/s

Aubrey Cara: I’m forever grateful no one had to cry Fluggaenkoecchicebolsen during the course of this interview.

Katherine Deane: in pig latin!

Aubrey Cara: (LOL)

Katherine Deane: So, what’s next? Mimi seems like she should get her own story.

Aubrey Cara: Yes, Mimi and Mason, who both play small roles in Taming Kat will be getting their own book. It’s due out early spring. (I’m revising right now)

Katherine Deane: Jackpot!! That means we can have another interview! (rubs hands together and inserts an evil Muwahahaha)

Aubrey Cara: I will be brushing up on my euphemisms, so come prepared.

Katherine Deane: Challenge accepted, worthy adversary of peni puns.  Thanks again for chatting with me ;)

Aubrey Cara: Thank you for having me!!

 

Excerpt:

He whipped her towel off. She squeaked as he set her ass on the edge of the counter, splaying her thighs wide. He could already see the moisture at her apex. “I love your cute little pussy.” He reached down to spread her wetness over her opening, thrusting his fingers inside to watch her head fall back on a moan. “All smooth, but for a little fluff on top. I love the little tuft of red hair at the top, like it’s my own little leprechaun. I get lucky every time I rub it.” He could feel her muscles clamp down and squeeze his fingers as he worked them inside her.

 “You did not,” she panted, “Just.. call..my pussy… a fucking lepreahhh—” The rest of what she would have said cut off as he leaned down to take her clit in his mouth, sucking it in before gently biting down. He was rewarded with her shriek. Her hands pulled his hair as her channeled spasmed on his fingers. Her honey poured over his hand as she came.

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Blurb:

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee, city girl Kat Martin’s part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in daily close proximity to her one and only one-night stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He’s bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants.

 

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