Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Dinah McLeod Helps Me End the Year In Style With a Father for Nicholas

This being my final blog post of 2013, I want to thank everyone who has guested, visited, shared and/or commented on my blog this year.  Kicking off in July, when I was clueless as to what I was doing, I have seen a steady increase in views and end the year with over 16,000.  Smaller than many, but larger than others, so I am still thrilled.  Thanks!

If there is anything you would like to see in the coming year, send me an IM or an email or just comment.  I'll be around on the SatSpanks blog hops and my ongoing weekly book spotlight, Wicked Wanton Wednesday.  Happy New Year, BDSM and Spanking Fiction Fans. 

Now on with the post!

Today, my guest blogger is friend and fellow Dinah McLeod from The Naughty List.  Her contributing novella is a heartwarming story of a woman, disillusioned with love who has decided to focus her attention on raising her son and her career in social work.  She isn't looking for love, but Adam kind of falls in her lap, then what choice does she have.  I thoroughly enjoyed this woman's foray back into the world of romance, as well as her first experiences with Domestic Disciplines at the hands (pun intended) of sexy Adam the EMT.  Enjoy Dinah McLeod's A Father for Nicholas.


Clara Jones no longer looks forward to Christmas with the same wide-eyed wonder of a child. A busy social worker, she sees more than her fair share of troubles every day. To her, December is a month full of bleak, depressing episodes. She is overworked and overwhelmed, and to top it off, her once delightful little boy has turned into a sullen thirteen-year-old, suspended from school for some mischief that went sour. Then along comes Adam, the too-handsome EMT who seems to have a special rapport with her son. Can he and his domestic discipline give her what she desperately needs? 


          “So.” Her voice was quiet, but rang throughout the closed truck. “How are we doing this?”

            He smiled gently at her and started to speak when he noticed the redness of her eyes. “Have you been crying?”

            “Maybe a little,” she admitted, sniffling at the mention of it.

            “What is it, honey? What happened?” He ignored the voice that told him not yet and reached for her. He was surprised by how easily she fit against him, like his body had been shaped for hers.

            She took a deep breath and then the whole story came pouring out. She talked about Suzzie—when she’d first met her, the subsequent visits, the abuse. She wept as she told him about the latest episode in which a drunken, stupefied mother stood and watched as her child was manhandled off a two-story balcony. 

            “Every time I think about it, I… what if she’d hit head first? What if she—” she choked on a sob, and Adam shushed her gently.

            “Don’t, don’t do this to yourself. You can’t think about it like that. The important thing she’s OK now, right?”

            “I guess,” she mumbled begrudgingly. “I don’t really know. How can anyone ever be ‘OK’ again after something like that?”

            Adam just shook his head. After all the things he’d seen, he asked himself that question a lot. He didn’t have an answer to give her.

            “And then her mom said… she said… the kids were a problem. A problem, can you believe it? And she asked me to…”

            He watched her with concern. She was taking sharp, tiny breaths and shaking with sobs. He squeezed his arm harder around her shoulders and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. His lips tingled after contact with her delicate, feminine skin. It was their first kiss, he realized with a start. Immediately, he felt like such a jerk. He’d barely known her two weeks and this was how he acted?

            She smiled through her tears, touched by his kindness. He didn’t seem like such a threat right now. She’d been running so fast, so afraid to let her heart go and now, sitting in his warm truck, being this close to him, she wondered if it was even hers anymore. Maybe it had always belonged to him, and he had come into her life to give it back. “She wants me to adopt her.”

            He took the news in stride, schooling his features to mask the shock he felt. “What does Nicholas think of this?”

            She reached up and began to twirl a ringlet around her finger. “I don’t know. I haven’t told him yet. Hell, I haven’t told anyone but you.”

            He scowled at her and warned her again. “Language, Clara!”

            She only giggled. “Yes, sir.” She gave him a mocking salute and that did it.

            With strong arms, he pulled her over his lap. To his surprise she didn’t struggle or protest—she didn’t even squirm. He stifled a groan when he realized that she probably felt his hard cock pressing into her belly. If she did, she didn’t mention it. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you, Clara?”

            “My language?”

            She sounded so little-girl innocent that he couldn’t help but smile at her. “Yes, that and your attitude. Do you realize how hot and cold you’ve been to me since we met? You’ve been rude and sarcastic, which is not acceptable. I’m hoping this will teach you some manners.” He felt her tense over his lap but didn’t give it much thought as he brought his hand slamming down onto her leggings. They were tight, and he knew she would feel the blow as though she was wearing only underwear.

            “Ow!” she protested by the third smack. “Please, Adam.”

            He got a thrill every time she said his name. He smacked her again, soundly, silently praying for her to say it again.

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Friday, December 27, 2013

WIPing up good fun on SatSpanks

This week I have a snippet from my WIP, Gideon's Redemption. 

My Hero is a Rock Star thus the Elvis' spank pic.  It's as close as I have to art at this point.  But he's more than a star, he is The King of Rock and Roll.  So I thought it would suffice. But who knew he was a spanker???. 

Gideon's Redemption is a story of love lost.  Gideon and Shannon were in love, but a terrible misunderstanding separates them, leaving both broken and hurting.  Ten years go by, each never having moved on because neither has ever stopped  loving the other.  When they meet again, old flames re-ignite.  Although mistakes have been made, the heat and attraction once there still persists. 

Can they put the past aside and start anew?  Will they be able to heal the wounds of the past and find their happily ever after?

Enjoy an excerpt from Gideon's Redemption

As she approached, the sound of a familiar baritone voice caused her skin to erupt in goose flesh.  The low tone thrummed across her sensitive nerve endings, playing havoc with her wits, and taunting her senses.  Although it had been almost ten years, she would recognize those deep sultry tones anywhere.  When they’d been together, just the sound of his voice, speaking softly in her ear, got her off faster than a horny prom date.  Her eyes flew around the table and stopped at the man who spoke.   Wavy brown hair brushed against broad muscular shoulders, his muscles flexing and bulging as his fingers threaded through his already tousled hair.  She stared at his large hands with the long tapered fingers--a musician's hands.  Although his back was to her, she’d recognize Gideon Elijah McCord’s voice and those talented hands anywhere. 
As if sensing her presence behind him, he twisted suddenly and his unforgettable green eyes looked up at her.  “Shannon?”


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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas from Wicked Wanton Wednesday!

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas.  Once again, as on every Wednesday this month, I am giving away a free copy of The Naughty List.  Just comment below to enter in the drawing.  Good Luck!

This week's feature from The Naughty List is Everything Christmas by yours truly. 

New in town, Merry has been so busy with opening her new store that she hasn't really had time to unpack.  She always seems to be in a rush and accidents seem to follow her around like sleigh bells at Christmas.  Her new neighbor, the hunky tall guy in a cop's uniform is definitely drool-worthy, but he always seems cross with her about something.  He'd even issued her three tickets, all in the same day!  So no one is more surprised than Merry when he rushes to rescue her from what could have been a nasty situation.

Reese has had his heart broken before, and he's not eager to go through that again, so he intentionally dates a string of women that are definitely NOT his type.  Unfortunately, the cute little redhead across the street is exactly what he would look for in a woman - if he were looking.  He tries to keep her at arm's length by being intentionally rude, but if ever a woman need a protector more, he'd yet to meet her.  Seriously, he wondered how she'd made it this far already!

In this excerpt, Reese finds Merry teetering on a rickety ladder while trying to put up Christmas lights on her condo.  Enjoy!

“What are you trying to do now, break your fool neck?”

Damn, she thought as she scrunched her eyes in disappointment.  Not exactly the warm, heartfelt greeting she would have hoped for.  Regrettably, it seemed, Sergeant Surly had returned.

“I should think it’s obvious, officer.  But if you can’t figure it out… I’m hanging Christmas lights.

“I can see that, Merry.  I meant, what are you doing up on that ladder.  It looks like it’s late for an appointment with a wood chipper.”

“Oh… Well, I found this in the garage. The previous owners must have left it.”

“Of course they did, it’s a piece of crap.  Get down before you fall and hurt yourself.”

Finally she turned and looked down at him, “Excuse me, Officer, but am I breaking a law?”

“No, but you are violating a condo rule.  Decorations have to be approved by the board.  It’s another $250 fine.”

“You’re kidding me! You can’t even hang Christmas lights?  Who are you people a bunch of Scrooges that hate Christmas? Furthermore, I read through every one of those rules and I didn’t see a single one prohibiting holiday decoration. 

“That’s because it's under outdoor adornments.”

“I thought that meant statues and fountains and stuff.

“It does, but it also applies to anything that is affixed or positioned in a way that detracts from the uniform beauty of the residence.

“I can’t believe this.  You wrote those rules, didn’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.  Now please do as you’re told and get down”

“No.”  However, she did get down from the ladder, but not because he told her.  Instead, she moved it a few feet to the right and was soon stomping back up to work on the next section. “Christmas lights don’t detract from the beauty of anything.  I have always had lights and nothing is going to change that.  What are you going to do, arrest me for having Christmas spirit?”

Suddenly, there was a loud creak of wood as she strained to attach the next hook.

“Merry­—,” he began in warning, but his words were cut off when the rung she was standing on gave about two inches and knocked her off balance. 

“Reese!” She squealed in alarm.

He grabbed for the ladder, looking up to see Merry lurching sideways, hands frantically searching for something else to hold on to.  Unfortunately, she found the gutter which pulled away from the house in her hands.

Hanging on by a thread, she kicked her legs wildly, trying to gain purchase on the side of the house, but she couldn’t find a toehold.   She started to panic until at last, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her thighs.

“Let go, Merry.  I’ve got you.” 

She hesitantly let go and he lifted her, easing her away from the house.  Palms and fingers burning from scraping against the sharp edge of the gutter, her fingers curled inward against the sting. 

As he set her on the ground, he pulled her hands toward him.  The skin was raw and bleeding in a few places.  “You’ve cut yourself.  Let’s get you inside and take a look.”

“I can do it, Reese.”

“Merry, I’m beginning to wonder how you make it safely to work every day.”  He lifted her and carried her into her condo.

“That’s not fair.”  Hurt by his blunt words, she felt tears begin to clog her throat.  “I didn’t know the ladder was old and weak. 

“Good Lord, woman!  All you had to do was look at it to tell it came over on the Ark.  

Ignoring his sarcasm, she flapped her hands against the stinging pain. “I can walk you know, there’s nothing wrong with my legs.”

“I know, but I figured this was the quickest way to get your naughty ass in the house.  Where is your first aid kit?  You have one of those, don’t you?”

“In the kitchen.”

He carried her easily and set her down on the kitchen counter by the sink. She felt like a little girl who was waiting for her daddy to put a band-aid on a boo boo.  Pouting like one, she remained silent while he wet a cloth and handed it to her.  “Let’s do the right hand first since it’s bleeding.”

Pulling it toward him, he gently uncurled her fingers.  Sifting through the supplies, he pulled out some antiseptic swabs and bandages.  “When was the last time you had a tetanus shot?”

“I can’t remember.”

He grunted, evidently expecting that answer.  If she was careless about her safety, her health was probably a low priority as well.  “You’ll need one, then.  Do you have a regular doctor?”

Her silence was his answer.  “Dammit, Merry.”  He didn’t utter another word until he had cleaned and dressed both hands.  He had applied a thin layer of antibiotic ointment to all the open areas in hopes of warding off infection from the dirty guttering.  The right hand was the most seriously injured with large raw patches of abraded skin, so he had applied a Telfa pad and wrapped it with a self-adhering bandage.  The other had only a small abrasion for which a band-aid was sufficient.  “All set.  Do they feel better?”

“Yes, Reese.  I guess you rescued me again, huh?”

“Yep, so you know what that means, don’t you?” 

She knew exactly what he meant. He’d warned her the night of the assault.  The next time he found her acting recklessly, he’d promised to spank her.  Uh-oh!  Before she could mount a protest, he had his big hands wrapped around her narrow waist and he was lifting her off the counter.  He tugged her along to the kitchen table where he pulled out a chair.  The next instant she found herself draped over his lap. 


“No.” His hand smacked hard against her bottom.  She was wearing snug black leggings which diminished the impact of his blows. After about four thuddy swats, he realized they were having little effect and slipped his fingers into her waistband, prepared to bare her naughty behind. 

“Stop, Reese, you can’t pull down my pants.”

“Watch me.”

Before she could utter another word, her pants were around her knees and he resumed the spanking.  Now that only a thin layer of nylon separated his hand and her bottom, she felt every square inch of the fire he ignited as he set a blistering pace.  She lay stiffly across his lap in a state of shock; her breath frozen in her chest.  She’d fantasized about Reese hundreds of times, but never in this position.  Her tongue was paralyzed and she couldn’t even manage a whimper as each stunning blow connected with her backside.  The only noise was the hum of the refrigerator and the slapping sound of skin against skin as it echoed off the ceramic tile floors. 

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Friday, December 20, 2013

SatSpanks; Better Than Snuff, But Ain't Half Near As Dusty

Today on #SatSpanks we harken back to days gone by in the wild, wild west with a snippet from my newest release, Marshal's Law.  
The Blurb...

When Janelle Prescott is thrown from her car as it careens off of an icy road, she expects to wake up in a hospital. Instead, to her utter disbelief, she wakes up in a jail cell which looks like something from an old western movie set. It is there, hurt and alone, with no idea what happened or how she will get back home, that Janelle first meets Aaron Jackson. As she regains her wits, however, Janelle realizes that something is terribly amiss, and her worst fears are confirmed when she learns that Aaron is the marshal of Cheyenne County, Wyoming… and the year is 1878.

When an injured, apparently addle-headed woman falls into his lap, Aaron takes it upon himself to keep her safe and nurse her back to health. Truth be told, he is instantly attracted to her despite her sharp tongue and her bizarre story—a story which he is quickly forced by the evidence to accept as genuine. After Aaron takes her under his wing and into his family’s home, the two clash frequently, but Aaron is more than ready to lay down the law… even if that means a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking for this feisty brat from another era.

Having little choice, Janelle must learn how to live as a woman in 1878, including submitting to the firm-handed marshal who, in spite of everything, seems to have laid claim to her heart.

I have given you several spanking snippets, today we go sexy and steamy.   Aaron has been out all night re-establishing order in their wild, old west town.  When he returns home, exhausted and dusty from the road, he gets a second wind finding Janelle in the tub.  
The Snippet::

“Did you miss me?”

“You know I did. I hate sleeping alone.”
“Your cheeks are pink and rosy. Is that from the bath, or were you thinking about your husband as you lay here naked,” he teased. Smiling at her discomfiture, he signaled with his hand and ordered, “Scoot forward. I’m coming in.”
The water sloshed over the sides as his big body slid in behind her. It was a tight fit, but once seated, he settled her on his lap before sliding deeper into the warm water.

"Mm, this is the only way to greet your man after he's been away--warm, wet and naked."

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Thursday, December 19, 2013

"Surrender Your Grace", a 2013 nominee for Best Historical Spanking Romance

I am truly honored to be nominated and wanted to share a bit of Andrew and Cici's love story with you. 

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Although a fan of Regency and Victorian romance for years, this was my first venture in writing a historical romance.  It was such fun to research and even more fun to write.  

Surrender Your Grace is set in 1860's Victorian London and tells the story of an aristocratic couple who find themselves forced to cede to society's expectations and reluctantly marry.  As the pair grows to know each other as husband and wife, they face challenges and dangers that threaten their union.

Andrew is a dominant Lord who has firm ideas about how a wife should behave and even firmer ideas on how to provide correction, if she doesn't.  Cici is a well-bred, educated and demure young woman, the ideal lady as society expects.  But if she is such a docile bride, why does she keep finding herself over her husbands knee for much needed correction?  Will she learn to submit?  Can he exert his dominance without breaking her spirit?  

Enjoy an excerpt from Surrender Your Grace...

He hiked his right knee higher which pushed her balance forward and her bottom arced higher in the air.  Cici squealed in alarm as she reached forward to steady herself by placing her hands on the floor. 
“Easy, I’ve got you.  I am just getting you ready for the finale which will be administered to your sit spots.”  He pulled down her drawers until they lay loosely around her knees then rubbed something cool and smooth against the area where her buttocks met her newly bared thighs.  “That is this small, tender area where your lovely thighs and buttocks meet.  After a spanking, you will recall the correction each time you sit.  The sting may last a few hours, the entire night, or for several days depending on the severity of the spanking and the implement selected.  Afterward, there will be no rubbing or application of any creams or salves to ease your discomfort.  If I take the time to see to you, I will want you to experience the full effect.”
Cici lay paralyzed over his lap.  He meant business and spoke about her punishment in the same manner - cool and calm as if this occurred every day.  She wondered at the experience he spoke of. Was he in the habit of spanking all his women, including his paramours?   
“You will receive ten more swats before we proceed with our business with the staff and on to dinner.  I want you to take these like the grown woman you are Cecilia.  No thrashing around or trying to block my hand.  I don’t want you hurt.  You are free to make whatever noise you’d like, just remember that the walls are thin and we aren’t alone in our home.”
“I’ll try to be quiet, Andrew.”
“Good girl.”  He then brought down a world of pain to her previously untouched skin.
“Owww!”  She kicked and squealed in alarm.  So quickly she had abandoned her promise of silence.  That really hurt but it had also caused a tingling sensation low in her belly.     
“Settle down. This is too mild a spanking for you to be carrying on so.  I think that first swat shouldn’t count.”
“What is that?  It burns like fire.”
He held the implement in his hand down low near her face so she could see.  He revealed that he was using her own wooden hairbrush to paddle her bottom.  The indignity was almost too much to bear.  “This smooth wooden surface makes an excellent paddle for a naughty wife.  Now be still while I finish here.” 
Thwack upon resounding thwack echoed through the chamber as her husband landed smack after burning smack across what he called her sit spots.  As he landed the tenth and final blow, she was sobbing and wailing as if he had shot her.  He pulled her up to sit on his lap, the woolen material of his trousers abrading her tender skin.  This caused her to hiss and stiffen in pain.  Hugging her tighter, he rolled her slightly to one hip so his big hand could rub and soothe her bottom, gentling her.
“Hush now, that was a mere trifling of a spanking, not an execution.”  He rocked her slowly in his arms until her sobs subsided and only an occasional sniffle could be heard.
“If that was a mere trifle, I’m sure I couldn’t stand worse.  I think any more would kill me.”
“Nonsense, you are being over dramatic, Cecilia.  A good paddling never killed anyone.  But, if you don’t want to earn more, I suggest you mind your P’s and Q’s.
“Yes, my dear?”
“Are you going to do this every time I displease you?”
“No, but when I tell you repeatedly to do something and you do not comply, you can expect more of what you just experienced.  If you continue to be disobedient, then we will up the ante a little bit each time until you see the wisdom of following my orders.  I am not an unreasonable man, Cecilia, but I will be the head of my own household and I shall wield that authority over my wife, my children, and my servants.”  He tilted her head back and proceeded to mop up her tears with his linen handkerchief.  “Now, have you composed yourself enough for me to call your maid to help you dress?”
She nodded but her face flamed in embarrassment.  What would her maid think of her in this state of undress before dinner?  Andrew seemed to read her thoughts and was quick to reassure her. “The servants will be discreet or they will not be in my employ.” 
He smiled gently at her and then leaned in for her first kiss.  His lips were soft but firm as they pressed against hers.  It felt nice at first but when he slipped his tongue between the seam of her lips, an arousing tingling sensation coursed through her body.  Cici sighed in response.  Andrew soon ended the kiss with a small bite to her full lower lip and he teased the swollen rim, soothing away the sting with his tongue.  She was stunned by the intimacy of the kiss even though he had just had his hands on her bare bottom.  Pulling back too soon he commented, “We’ll have more of that later.  Tonight will be our wedding night.” 
“I wanted to thank you for being so considerate and waiting.”
“I am not unsympathetic, Cecilia.  I realized how hard it would have been for you to get introduced to a man one evening only to wind up in his bed the next.  Impromptu weddings like ours happen, but I wanted to give you time to adjust to being my wife before taking you, my sweet.  Plus, I thought being here in the country would be more relaxing and put you at ease.”  He placed one more searing kiss upon her lips before setting her from his lap.
“But rest assured, now that we are here at our estate, I am ready to do my husbandly duty and let you have amorous congress with me."  With that outrageous statement, he winked at her then crossed to the bell pull to call for her maid.

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As I write this blog, I am feeling nostalgic and think it might be time to re-visit Victorian London. I shall have to pay Andrew and Cici a call sometime soon and see how they are getting on as I tell the story of Maggie and Duncan.