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Cover Reveal ~~ Undercover Daddy ~~

I am so excited about this new book. It’s my first Daddy Dom!

I decided to write this story as a play off  of a movie and actress I adore. Miss Congeniality, starring Sandra Bullock.

I thought it would be so interesting to take a tomboy cop into not only a pageant setting, but just to up the ante, make it an Age Play pageant. So after a popular BDSM club received death threats for their charity event, The Little Miss Leather and Lace pageant…

Enter, Officer Alex Makowski.

She kicks ass, takes names, and–in her first undercover mission–wears a tutu. 🙂

I had so much fun writing her story, and cannot wait to share it with you.

Alex and her partner are coming soon.

Undercover Daddy

Here’s my awesome, new cover, thanks to the talented Korey Mae Johnson.

 

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Blurb:

Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than to live up to her father’s legacy on the police force, but when she bungles a major drug bust she ends up placed on administrative leave. Her chance to redeem herself comes in the form of an assignment working alongside Sergeant Connor Doyle, her father’s former partner and protégé.

Some of the contestants in a kink-themed charity pageant have been receiving ominous messages, and Connor and Alex have been tasked with going undercover at the event. He will be her daddy dom, and they will need to do whatever is necessary to play the part convincingly.

Connor jumps at the opportunity to take Alex in hand, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But when the punishment is over she is left aching for his touch, and before she knows it she is writhing in ecstasy as her stern, sexy daddy brings her to a shattering climax over his knee.

Alex and Connor find themselves slipping naturally into their roles as their investigation gets underway, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a dominant man makes love to a woman, their passion is more intense than she ever thought possible. But when the mission puts both of their lives at risk, will their newfound romance survive?

Publisher’s Note: Undercover Daddy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Undercover Daddy. A Daddy Dom story with kink, sex, romance, and of course, a cheesy ending. 😉

coming very soon!!!

Thanks for stopping by.

Hugs and spanks ❤

 

Her Drill Sergeant Dom- Coming Soon!

Would you like a sneak peek into my new military romance?

🙂

(Undercover MI Officer, Hunter Jones catches Smyth reading after lights out. )

What else was she hiding, besides the journal she had written in, the past few nights, and those books? He should have confiscated them as soon as he saw them. But he loved watching her read. Tonight, he couldn’t see her, because she had pulled the damn wool blanket over her head. Smart girl. He had watched her the last few nights as she read, under the sheets, the light of her flashlight showcasing her for him. Since she was only the second bunk set inside the barracks, it was easy to watch her. Had she known anyone could see her, the way her eyes widened or her rapid breaths when she read something exciting? What kind of book was she reading? Her breathing, and the way she tensed during certain moments, led him to guess it was a sexual book. He couldn’t see her face, and barely could make out her muffled breathing, but he could see the way her body shifted under the blankets. Her hips rocking gently, the blanket tightening over her legs as they pressed against them. He shouldn’t be watching this. Both hands seemed to be on the book, based on her position, but it didn’t mean her lower legs weren’t doing something he shouldn’t watch—not if he was a gentleman.

Who had ever mistaken him for a gentleman, though? Damn it. He’d better go stop her before she did something they might both regret. Besides, he needed to stay focused on the mission. And taking his cock in hand in the private bathroom after watching her masturbate was not the best way to stay on track. Mission first, damn it.

He strode over to the bed and yanked off her covers.

She squeaked and tried to hide her book under her pillow, but he took it from her easily.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping, McCullen?” He knew it. Her eyes were dilated perfectly, and now wide with a wonderful combination of lust and fear at having just been caught. “What kind of book is so important that you would risk fatigue and getting caught?”

He stared her down, and the flush crept up over her entire face. Nice. The pink tinge complemented her strawberry blonde hair, which hung in long loose, messy curls around her shoulders. God, she was gorgeous. This is what she would look like right after he spanked her ass for staying up too late—right before fucking her senseless. She licked her plump lips nervously, and he stifled a groan. This woman was dangerous. He needed to stop this insanity right now, take her books away, send her to bed with a scolding, and then make her do a bunch of pushups in the morning.

She shifted on her bed as she sat up straight, the covers falling from around her. Her perky nipples shone through her grey t-shirt, when she ran her hand nervously through her hair. He could almost touch her nipples, as close as he stood. Damn, at this angle, he could just lean down a little and pull one of those firm buds into his mouth, suck, lick through the cotton until she begged him for mercy. His cock tightened against the front of his sweat pants. Damn. If Private Diamond woke up, she would get an eyeful. He shifted to the side, and pulled his t-shirt down—not that it covered his interest. But it helped a little. “Come with me. Bring the banned material into the office, please.”

 

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Blurb:

Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one.

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.

Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center. After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.

Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover drill sergeant.

Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction. He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.

As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger. Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth?

Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot new romantic suspense.

 

Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.

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Coming out July 4th!

 

Cover Reveal – Her Drill Sergeant Dom

Coming to Amazon and Kindle Unlimited soon!

I’m so excited to announce my newest story, Her Drill Sergeant Dom.

Military, erotic romance, lots of spankings, spicy sex, and a murderer to capture. If it sounds up your alley, keep reading. 🙂

Sales Blurb:

Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one.

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.

Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center. After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.

Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover drill sergeant.

Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction. He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.

As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger. Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth?

Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot new romantic suspense.

Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.

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And here is my awesome cover (made by design a cover on Fiverr. This guy rocks!)

 

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Coming in just a few short days!

Thanks for stopping by.

hugs, spanks, and a big thank you to those who serve and have served.

“Would you like me to spank you?” -Dancing with a Dom #Saturday Spanks

Saturday Spankings

 

It’s time for another  round of Saturday Spanks, and I am so excited for this one!

 This  excerpt is from “Dancing With a Dom”, an erotic short story that was
originally part of the Bound, Spanked and Loved anthology.
It has been re-released with 10k additional words and is now FREE on KU.

In this scene,  Macy is about to receive her first spanking from Dane. (This is in Dane’s point of view.)

“If I spanked you right now, do you think you would come?”
She shuddered in his tight grip. 
“Bend at the waist.” 
As she obeyed, he watched with awe her gorgeous round globes stretching her black yoga pants.  “You have a lovely ass.”  He smacked the right cheek. “Begging to be spanked. Would you like me to spank you, Macy?”

 

 

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Now available on Amazon.

And FREE on Kindle Unlimited.

Thanks for stopping by!

 

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It’s live! Dancing With A Dom- a BBW Romance now on Amazon!

I am so excited about this release!

Not only, is it new territory, because it’s my first self publishing venture, but it’s also an arc near and dear to my heart.

Body Image

Macy is a beautiful woman who used to love herself. But a jerk of a cheating,  ex-husband created doubt and helped build her insecurities about being overweight.

This story has lots of yummy sex and spankings, and a Dom that’s absolutely to die for.

But at the center of it all is a story I hope, connects with readers:

Beauty in all sizes.

Accepting ourselves.

We are all beautiful in our own way.

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Blurb:

To this day, I’m still not sure which is more embarrassing.

Being left by your husband who says you are fat, overbearing, and frigid in bed.

Or having to change partners midway through a season of televised dancing—because your partner can’t lift you.

Both hurt. A lot. The first made me want to curl up into a little ball and hibernate. Since I had plenty of fat to store away for the winter, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

The second left me so angry, I waltzed the man through his own set of moves—straight up to the full mirror. Then I lifted him. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. And I didn’t get sued.

But that’s how I ended up over the knee of the hottest man I have ever met.

After he spanked me, he became my new partner.

We danced.

NOTE: This novella originally appeared in the USA TODAY BESTSELLER Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories.

This story has been reedited. 10k words of hot new scenes!

 

Buy now on Amazon! and FREE on KU

 

thanks for stopping by 🙂

Hugs and spanks ❤

 

Macy takes the stage – #BBWRomance, coming soon!

Hey friends,

I am so excited about this re-release. Some of you know that I wrote a 15k story for the USA Today bestselling Bound, Spanked, Loved.

Well, I am happy to announce 10k more words added, and it’s going live this Friday (depending on Amazon 🙂 )

More sex. More delicious spankings. More romance. More, more, more!!

To get everyone ready for this big re-release, I am sharing the first scene. I’ll keep you posted when it officially goes live.  🙂

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(a huge thank you to Morganna Williams for the romantic graphic!)

First scene:

“Are you sure you want to do this?” My best friend, Jodi, trailed behind me, trying to keep up with my determined steps. “You have never ballroom danced in your life. You said so yourself.”

“I know.” I waited for her to catch up, and we entered the mall together. “Two left feet.” And the rest of me was what you would call hourglass. Huge hips, an even bigger ass, boobs with a mind of their own—especially when left to their own devices—like the first few minutes after getting out of bed braless. I called it fat. Men don’t like size fourteen. They want size two or four, like Jodi. Perfect, petite, curves—not mountains.

We got into the long line for potential dancers. Who would have thought there would be so much interest in a televised “dance off”? This show was going live on a little known cable station on Valentine’s Day. Everyone else would be home cozying up with a loved one, talking about stuff like romance, flowers, chocolates, and true love. Disgusting. There was no such thing as true love. At least not for someone like me.

What had Derek said last year when I found him fucking not one, but two other women? Oh yeah. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. Sorry, but I needed someone warm in my bed this time.”

I lost my job the next day. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal if I still had a husband and a home. But the timing? Holy crap, Mercury must have been in retrograde or something. Either that, or I had pissed off the wrong guardian angel. The timing sucked.

Jodi was a big help. Her husband’s a lawyer. He got me divorced and set up in their guest room, until I could find a new apartment. Jodi brought me extra-hot Mickey D’s french fries, Chubby Hubby ice cream, and red wine. It helped. For a few weeks, I snuggled in bed, ate, and slept. I called it my hibernation slash recovery time. Jodi called it bullshit. Even though she weighs at least forty pounds less than me, she can get me off my ass quicker than a buy-one-get-two-free sale on peppermint-mocha creamer. She said I had wallowed enough. Hey, I wasn’t wallowing. I was recov-er-ing. She told me Derek was laughing and enjoying single life, screwing every woman he met. She’s a real friend. And she was right. I had wallowed enough. So I got off my tired ass, updated my resume, and signed up at the temp place downtown. Then I started looking for new, adventurous things to do. Anything that was opposite to the “married to the jerk” me. Like skydiving, bungee jumping…or dancing.

Now, I stood at the back of a long line of hopefuls, all vying for ten spots. A chance to ballroom dance our way to television stardom. For me, a chance to tell Derek to fuck off and that I had moved on. And to be busy—very, very busy—all the way up to and through the most horrible of all holidays. Valen-fricking-tines Day.

“Okay, here are the forms.” Jodi furrowed her brows as she read them. “Are you up-to-date on all your shots? And do you have a will?” Laughing, she stuffed the forms along with the cheap black pen into my palm. “I’m kidding about the last one. But, seriously, try not to trip, ’kay?”

“I’m not going to trip,” I muttered under my breath as we inched our way up to the stage. I was going to be beautiful, stunning, poised, and graceful. Well, at least beautiful in a sort of retro jeans, loose T-shirt combination paired with funky high heels. I couldn’t find anything else to wear, since I had tossed everything into boxes and taken to living as a hobo in my friend’s guest room. I would make that show if it killed me.

I tripped walking up the steps to the stage.

 

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Blurb:

To this day, I’m still not sure which is more embarrassing.

Being left by your husband who says you are fat, overbearing, and frigid in bed.

Or having to change partners midway through a season of televised dancing—because your partner can’t lift you.

Both hurt. A lot. The first made me want to curl up into a little ball and hibernate. Since I had plenty of fat to store away for the winter, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

The second left me so angry, I waltzed the man through his own set of moves—straight up to the full mirror. Then I lifted him. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. And I didn’t get sued.

But that’s how I ended up over the knee of the hottest man I have ever met.

After he spanked me, he became my new partner.

We danced.

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Coming soon to Amazon!

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Hugs and spanks ❤