Saturday, November 28, 2015

"Yes, Sir, I'll behave" Is How This Will End on #SatSpanks

Welcome Saturday Spanking blog hoppers. 

If you’re like me, you’re tired of turkey and all that rich food and ready to bust out of your post-holiday lethargy.  Well, I’m here to wake you up and get your heart pumping again with some hot spanking action. 

What do you say if we get right to it? 

Was that a resound, yee haa?

Hot diggity, I know that it was!  J
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This snippet is from my new erotic western, Wild Wisteria.  My heroine is certainly headstrong and used to being on her own, but she meets her match in sexy, rugged rancher, Luke Jackson.


My eight lines from Wild Wisteria: 


He was past five and closing in on ten in no time, but when he was approaching twenty and showed no sign of stopping, the burning sting of his walloping hand finally sank in enough for her to realize she couldn’t win this battle.

“Stop!” she squealed, straining to be heard over the booming thunder and cracks of lightning.

He didn’t, laying into her already tenderized behind for several more swats with his great big hard-as-oak palm. She began to wonder if he’d heard.

As she opened her mouth to plead for mercy, she heard him growl, “I warned you,” and stopped at long last. “Are you going to behave now, so I can get you back to the ranch and into some warm dry clothes, or do you need more convincing?”

Gritting her teeth, she nodded as she lay silently over his thighs in complete mortification. Evidently, he wasn’t satisfied with her non-verbal show of consent and whacked her twice more.

“Oh!”

“A ‘yes, sir, I’ll behave’ or a ‘no, sir, I don’t need more convincing’ is how this will end, Miss Turner.”


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Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.


Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.


When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?


Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

An Old West Blast from the Past on WIP It Up Wednesday






















Travel back with me to 1880 and Laramie, Wyoming for the stories of three tall, handsome as sin brothers who find the woman of their dreams dropped in their laps unexpectedly.  Honorable men that they are, they do everything in their power to protect their women, even from themselves and their often impulsive, reckless ways no matter the altruism behind their mischief. 


My newest in the series is Wild Wisteria, which is written to stand alone, so you can start there. However, if you want to find out how it all began, I’m here to tempt you with a snippet from Marshal’s Law.  Either way, you’ll find each brother’s story full of good old-fashioned Wild West action, starring sexy cowboys, endearing and sassy heroines, as well as danger, drama, passion and a whole lot of steam in the bedroom. 

Enjoy…


An excerpt from Marshal's Law:


“Doc, hold up. I’ve got a young gal who needs seeing to.”

“I was just about to head on home, Marshal. You almost missed me. Bring her right in and set her on the examination table.”

“No, I’m fine.” Her feeble attempt at a protest came out in a whispered, husky voice. “Please, I just need to lie still for a bit. Then I can call my parents to pick me up.”

Janelle’s protests were ignored, however, as she was jostled and placed on a hard surface. The room had a strong pungent odor, like nail polish remover. Not the strong, sterile, antiseptic smell of a usual doctor’s office. Looking around, she was shocked at her surroundings. Rough wood plank cabinets and floors, an old, wooden cane-backed wheelchair, and was that a hand pump at the sink? It looked like something she had seen in an Old West museum in an amusement park once. She tried to sit up, wondering what in the world was going on.

“Lay back now, miss. You’ve got a nasty cut on your forehead” the doctor stated the obvious before looking up at the marshal. “She’s going to need stitches, Aaron.”

“Technically, she’s my prisoner, so I’ll cover the expense.”

“That wasn’t my worry. This is likely to hurt, and I’m out of chloroform. I’ll have to use the ether.”

Ether? Chloroform? Dear God, had she heard him correctly? Was she dreaming, or trapped in some sort of old west delusion? It seemed very real to her, and she couldn’t just lie there meekly and do nothing.

“Are you freaking nuts? You can’t use ether! At the very least, you’ll blow us all to kingdom come with that shit. Not to mention, I’ll probably never wake up from it.” Her vision was finally starting to clear a bit, and she looked up into the face of a startled white-haired gentleman who she assumed was ‘Doc’. “Don’t you have some butterfly bandages or steri-strips? Just clean it up with some Betadine. Who the hell uses ether for a gash on the head, for crying out loud?”

“Marshal, I barely understand a word coming out of this poor child’s mouth. Except for the cuss words, that is. She must have taken quite a blow; she’s addled.”

“I am not addled, sir. I am a registered nurse and know what I’m saying. Give me a mirror, and I’ll do it myself.”

“But—”

“Give me a minute with her, will you, Doc?” The familiar deep voice captured Janelle’s attention, and she turned her head toward its source. Her jaw gaped in amazement, because looming over her, not an inch away, was the spitting image of Joe Manganiello, her favorite werewolf from her favorite show—True Blood. His dark hair and soulful brown eyes, along with the scruff of a dark beard, were the same as werewolf Joe’s from her sexy dreams. Only this man was taller, hotter, and a lot more muscular. He also appeared to be a heck of a lot angrier.

The doctor nodded, tucking a soft wad of linen into her hand. He quickly gave her instructions to hold pressure against the wound to slow the bleeding and then quietly left the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Joe’s lookalike walked closer to the table and stared down at her. “Let’s get some things straight, right now. You will do exactly what the doctor says; you will do it politely and will thank him when he is done. And if I hear another foul or disrespectful word out of your mouth, I will turn you over my knee and paddle your little butt until you can’t sit for a week. Is that understood?”

Stunned, her mouth gaped open in disbelief. Who did this guy think he was? Talk about a mood swing, sexy Marshal Joe had just flown out the window and been replaced by some jerk wad with a spanking fetish. “How dare you! You can’t talk to me that way and threaten to… to… spank me! That’s police brutality or harassment, or something. I read police novels and watch TV, you know.”

Ignoring her protests, he eyed her curiously, then began asking questions. “Do you live around here? Where is your husband or family?”

“I’m from Cheyenne, and I don’t have a husband. Listen, I was driving up I-80 to Salt Lake to visit my parents.” She dabbed at her wound with the cloth. “It’s all a little fuzzy, but the highway was wet from rain and crowded with semis or tractor trailers—whatever you call those big trucks. I was sleepy after working last night, so I must have fallen asleep at the wheel. The next thing I remember was waking up in that nasty jail cell.”

“He’s right, you’re addle-headed. Doc, you’d better get back in here.”


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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. 






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Sunday, November 22, 2015

A Sexy Cowboy in the Tub on ScintillatingSunday

What's more scintillating than a warm, wonderful bath?  Sharing it with a sexy cowboy, of course, and if he washes your hair and body with his big, strong, confident hands, well…  I was won over at sexy cowboy.  How about you?


Come take a scintillating sneak peek at Wild Wisteria, my latest historical western romance which features Luke Jackson, a no-nonsense, tough as nails, sexier than hell, cowboy hero who also knows his way around a bath and a woman’s body.  Enjoy…


My Eight Scintillating Paragraphs:


As his big hands worked the soap into a rich lather, Wisteria nearly moaned aloud as she relaxed into his tender care. It felt wonderful, as well as improper, licentious, and shamefully decadent. She figured since she’d already thrown caution to the wind for this one night, she might as well go all in and enjoy everything Luke had to offer.


“Mm,” she said with a deep inhale. “That smells wonderful. What is it?”


“Janelle’s homemade shampoo. She makes it with something she calls Indian soap nuts, which look like acorns to me, but she swears by them. She added lavender to this batch.” His strong fingers massaged her scalp gently, continuing to work the fragrant soap through her long hair. Too soon, he was rinsing her clean. Once he was done, he took up a large sponge and began to bathe her, everywhere, intimately.


Her shyness reemerged when he began to cleanse between her tender thighs. She grabbed his wrists in protest.


“No.”


He relented, his hands dropping the sponge, though only long enough to turn her on his lap and reposition her so that she straddled his thighs. This brought her wet soapy breasts above the water line and shockingly, his shaft sprang up between them to brush across her belly, the head of which peeped up through the suds in front of her. Thrilled and dismayed in equal proportions, her breathing hastened and her skin flushed. The latter was in no way a response to the heat of the water.


The soapy fingers of one hand slid over her hips and beneath the water, slowly tracing along the crease where her hip and thigh met. Gliding across her mound, his fingertips teased lightly through the wet curls before moving down along the seam of her lower lips. “Let me take care of you, Wisteria. You must be tender.”


Her groan this time was distraught, not from mortification as his fingers stroked her intimately, but from the need coursing through her body. She wanted him to take her, to feel more than his fingers inside her. She wanted his lips and warm tongue on her mouth, his harsh breathing in her ear, the short, crisp curls on his hard muscled chest abrading her nipples as he moved over her, and his hardness driving within. She wanted it all, so that she could memorize every sensation and sear it indelibly into her brain. After all, it would have to last a lifetime.


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The blurb:

Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.

Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.

When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?

Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Saturday, November 21, 2015

Sexy Luke Jackson, a Wide Grin and Griddlecakes the Morning After on MySexySaturday

What's sexier than a cowboy who sweeps you off your feet and sticks around to make breakfast the next morning? Nothing in my book. <wink, pun intended>  Believe it or not, that happens, at least in my mind, and it even happened way back in 1880 in Laramie, Wyoming.


Come take a sneak peek at Wild Wisteria, my latest historical western romance which features Luke Jackson, a no-nonsense, tough as nails, sexier than hell, cowboy hero who makes a mean griddlecake. 


My Seven Sexy Saturday Paragraphs:



She snapped her mouth closed, eyeing him warily, obviously not quite knowing how to take this side of him. He grinned, sweeping her up in his arms. His grin widened into a smile when she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on.


“What are you doing?”


“Carrying you up to the house.”


“Why? I can walk.”


“Yeah, I figured you could, although this is much more fun for me.” Stopping by the oil lamp, he extinguished it before opening the doors one-handed. The rain had passed and the clouds had cleared out, the moon lighting a path to his front door.


“You didn’t answer my question. What happens next?”


“A warm bath followed by a good night’s sleep and breakfast in the morning. I make a mean griddlecake.”


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Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.

Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.

When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?

Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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A Lesson in Ladylike Decorum Courtesy of Sexy Luke Jackson and #SatSpanks

Put on your best bib and tucker for today's #SatSpanks because your in for a blast from the past, 1880 Wyoming to be exact, as I celebrate release weekend for my latest erotic historical western, Wild Wisteria. 

This is Luke Jackson’s story, but we get to visit with the rest of the Jackson clan and many of Laramie’s most colorful characters. There is danger, suspense, drama, passion and, of course, as you’d expect some good old-fashioned Jackson style spankings.   




The blurb:


Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.

Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.

When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?

Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


My eight line snippet:

She needed someone to take her to task for her reckless ways, like when she got in the judge’s face and had to be held back by the bailiff. If she were his woman, such a thing wouldn’t be allowed to pass without a trip over his knees for a lesson in ladylike decorum.

His eyes fell to her skirts, the narrow waist over gently curved hips and what he knew from tactile memory was a delectable round behind. He’d imagined it upturned on more than one occasion, bared and quivering as she waited for his first open-handed swat to fall. The milky white skin blushing with each successive spank changing from a pretty pink, to a dusky rose, and when she was really naughty and in need of thorough chastisement, such as now, glowing crimson. His palm itched and his cock lengthened, hardening uncomfortably in his trousers right about the time Track arrived at the stable. He sat frustrated and sweaty astride his back, perspiring not from the heat, but for an entirely different reason.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Ashe Barker Shares Two Medieval Warriors, One Sexy Damsel, and a HOT Ménage Excerpt on Wicked Wanton Wednesday


Welcome guest author Ashe Barker back to Wicked Wanton Wednesday and Her Noble Lords!

The last time Ashe joined us, I asked her what her perfect author's nook would look like.  She told me she already had one, in a caravan on the edge of the Lake District in northwest England.  Set in a tranquil park with lots of peace and quiet, she can be found there most weekends.  

Well, it seems she returned to this naughty nook and was very productive, her creative and obviously kinky mind coming up with one hot ménage in her latest erotic romance, Her Noble Lords.  

Let's hope she keeps returning to her carnal caravan so that we, her hungry readers, continue to reap the hot, sexy rewards.   Phew!  Get a fan, ice water, or some type of battery operated device, because you'll need it by the end of this post.  My, oh my!.

Take it away, Ashe...

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Hi, Maddie and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog to share a bit from my latest release. Her Noble Lords is an erotic m̩nage story set in medieval England. It was a lot of fun to write, mainly because I was able to weave in so many of my favourite fantasies Рabduction, not one but TWO hot knights with distinctly twitchy palms, a sassy damsel in distress, and of course a lot of spanking.


Her Noble Lords is a story about twins. Ralf and Piers St John share everything – including a bride. Their relationship is close, the brothers are inseparable. So how will a sassy little submissive bride manage to fit into their tight knit world? And if taking one demanding warlord as a husband might be a challenge, how will she find the stamina for two?


It’s for sale now, at    Amazon US       Amazon UK       All Romance


Here’s the back cover stuff:


After eighteen-year-old Linnet Routh is kidnapped from her home in Wellesworth castle by Ralf, the powerful, handsome Earl of Egremont, and his identical twin brother Piers, it quickly becomes clear to her that the seasoned warriors have mistaken her for someone else. Convinced that she is Lady Eleanor, a noblewoman who was promised in marriage to Ralf yet has refused to wed him, the brothers bring Linnet to a church with plans to compel her to speak her vows.


Linnet attempts to steal a horse from Piers and make her escape, but when she is caught her efforts end up earning her a thorough, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. Though terribly embarrassed by the manner of her chastisement, she cannot help becoming helplessly—and shamefully—aroused by the punishment.


When the brothers recognize the truth of Linnet’s claims at last, she expects to be cast aside as a mere commoner. To her surprise, however, they instead offer to make her their shared bride, and despite her misgivings about the idea Linnet agrees to the union. As they each take their turn to claim her, the pleasure of their dominant lovemaking leaves her yearning to be taken long and hard by both of them at once, and soon a passionate romance has grown between Linnet and her noble lords. But when tragedy strikes will it bring a permanent end to their newfound happiness?


Publisher’s Note: Her Noble Lords is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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And of course , a steaming hot excerpt to whet the appetite…


“Should I use both my hands?” I whisper the question, hoping not to sound too naive, too innocent.


“That would be good. Grip hard at the bottom of his shaft and use your other hand to caress the head. Yes, like that.”


I follow Piers’ guidance, swirling my thumb around in the fluid gathering at the tip of Ralf’s erection. He opens his eyes to regard first me, then his brother.


“My thanks. Your assistance is appreciated.”


Piers gives a low chuckle. “You are most welcome. I trust you would do the same for me?”


They exchange another look. Something has passed between them, though I cannot decipher it.


He murmurs his response. “I would, naturally, should Linnet desire that.”


I twist my head to look over my shoulder at Piers, then back to Ralf. “I do not understand…”


“Do not worry, little maid. ‘Twill be all right.” Piers cups my cheek in his hand and brushes his lips across mine. “Now, you have work to do here, do you not?”


Perplexed, I return to my task. Under Piers’ expert guidance, I draw my fist up and down the wide shaft, intrigued by the satin delicacy of the skin and the unyielding solidity beneath. If anything, Ralf’s cock swells and hardens in my hands, twitching as I increase the vigour of my movements.


“Leave the head for a moment, reach lower to cup his balls.”


“Like this?” I do as instructed and Ralf lets out a groan.


“Aye,” chuckles Piers. “I reckon exactly like that. Squeeze them in your hand, feel his balls moving.”


I do so and Ralf opens his eyes. “Wench, you take instruction as well as you take a switching. A rare treasure.”


“Thank you, sir. I think.”


Piers moves in closer behind me. He is looking over my shoulder, watching my efforts closely. He trails his fingertips across my throat, displacing the neckline of my borrowed gown. “This is a fine garment, little maid. It would be a pity to get it wet.”


“Sir?”


“May I?” He loosens the clasp at my shoulder to release the front of the dress. It gaps forward, revealing the upper swell of my breasts should he look closely. I have no doubt he will. They both will.


I turn my head to look up at him. He smiles at me, drops another quick kiss on my lips, than slips his hand inside the bodice of my loosened gown.


It is my turn to moan as he caresses my breast, then takes my nipple between his fingers. He squeezes it, tugs at the pebbling nub until I hiss, though whether with pleasure or pain I could not say. He lowers his face to mine again.


“You have stopped concentrating on your task, little maid. You would not wish me to punish you again, surely?”


His words should terrify me. I have sufficient experience of his discipline to fear it. But I am not scared, far from it. My quim clenches, moisture of my own gathering between my legs. I shift on my knees, seeking a comfortable position, yet finding none.


“Ah, sweet wench, such strange feelings, yes?”


“Yes, sir,” I whisper. “I am not sure…”


“You will be, I promise. But for now, my brother grows impatient.”

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More about me:


I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.


I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.


When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 


I have twenty eight (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.


I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.


I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, and twitter and now on Tsu as well. I’m on Pinterest too, and Goodreads


Thank you for having me. Happy Reading