A blast from the past...Who remembers the Archies?
Sticks and Stones
may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me.
So, throw me down, smack my ass
and show me that you want me.
This has absolutely nothing to do with my post today, but I saw the pic and it made me smile.
Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner:
I'm mixing it up a bit today with the authors corner up front because it is soooo yummy. With Valentine's Day approaching and love in the air, I asked a few of the With Hearts Aflame authors about fond V-Day memories:
MT: What was your favorite V-Day gift? And have you ever gotten a naughty gift, if so what was it and did you get to use it right away??
Dinah: A pair of pink lace panties with ribbons. Yes, I changed into them right away. It was the first "pretty" underwear I ever got.
MT: So, your fav and naughty are the same? Or do you have something really naughty?
Dinah: Hmm... it wasn't a gift, more like a joint purchase. It was a dart board where you did whatever position the dart landed on.
MT: Uh, Dinah! Did it look something like this??? You know how I am with research. Yowza! I'll take pile driver for 100 Alex! Hahaha.
Patty: I have given a naughty gift. A friend of mine was an avid horsewoman, or whatever you call cowgirls nowadays. Anyhow, one Saturday out of every month she always went to the local horse auction. I liked to go riding with her and from time to time, I'd go to the auction with her.
This one time (if you've ever been, you know that they don't just auction horses, but tack and equipment--old and new). Well, this one time--wouldn't you know--the auctioneer held up a bucket of these arm-length flexible horsewhips. They went for about five bucks a piece and came in a variety of colors and she (my friend) wasn't surprised at all when I raised my hand and grabbed her number to flag the man so I could have one of those. It'd make a great Valentine's Day gift for Dev black handle, red nylon-covered rod, and the little black patch of leather at the end.MT: Oh, Patty! Please tell me you rushed right home and tried out your naughty purchase right away.
Patty: Surprisingly, this was back before I'd come out of the spanking closet with the dear hubby and he was rather tickled at the gift. I, however, chickened out and never let him use it. He was too much of a dear to push the issue sadly. I don't even remember now what happened to it. I think I shall see if we can acquire one now--before the next V-Day. It would make a great gift, don't you think? I even sent along pictures... 
MT: My fav and naughtiest gifts are a toss up... 
What??? My neck was sore. LOLMy DH always knows exactly what I need!
OK... On to business...
Today I welcome the With Hearts Aflame authors to my blog; Patty Devlin, Dinah McLeod, Maren Smith, Robin Smith, and yours truly. A delightful mix of spanking, domestic discipline and BDSM romance that we know you will enjoy...Grab this sizzling hot collection of five novellas from some of Blushing Books bestselling contemporary authors. Each of these five books is a brand new story featuring an old-fashioned man and his woman. Almost 170,00 words of reading at a really astonishing price: 50% of the regular price.
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Love Hurts
Blurb:
Karen Donahue is intimidating, but she has to be. The youngest CEO of a Fortune 500, her job is stress personified. She's used to being in charge and if she doesn't always like it, well, it's part of the job. And if she's a little bit of a brat, it's just because she works so hard.
An excuse that is not good enough for Brandon
Fuller.
After Karen's car breaks down, he comes to the
rescue only to be chewed out by the fiery, hot-tempered brat. He informs her
that he won't fix her car unless she accepts a spanking for her behavior and
having broken her phone during her last tantrum, she has little choice but to
accept. What she's not prepared for is how much she'll enjoy discovering the
pain that often accompanies pleasure.
Dinah's Blog- http://980875189741781282.weebly.com/
Dinah @ Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=210
Dinah on Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_5?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Dinah%20McLeod&search-alias=books&sort=relevancerank
EXCERPT:
“I need to get in
to my car—Move.” I scowled at him as he raised his dark brows. “Please.”
Once he’d stepped aside, I marched toward my Porsche, reaching inside for my
purse. As soon as I had it in my grasp I began riffling around for my phone.
“You know, I’ve met women like you before. You
think because you have a lot of money you own people. I had a girlfriend with a
temper like yours once. She spent more time over my knee than off it.”
I froze, my hand in mid-grab. It had been a long
time since I’d met someone—anyone—who could put me off my game. Despite my need
to stay pissed, I slowly turned my head to look at him. Was he teasing me? But
no, the expression on his face hadn’t changed. He was watching me, waiting for
my reaction. Could he see how his words made me tremble? Could it be possible
that he was saying what I thought he was?
Lovely Little
Liar
Blurb:
Charlie gives the cop who pulls her over for
speeding and reckless driving the performance of a lifetime, telling him that
her mother is in the hospital on the edge of death.
Trooper Vin Loveanu wants nothing more than to
pull her out of the vehicle and comfort her, but has to settle for sending
flowers to the hospital, only to find out that the mother is not a patient.
Further investigation turns up an obituary for Charlene's mother from four years
before!
Charlie’s lies, abominable driving and strong
family ties continue to bring the two together. She can’t run away far enough or
fast enough and maybe—just maybe she should be running to Vin—not away, even if it meant a trip over his
knee.
Patty's Blog- www.pattydevlin.com
Patty @ Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=144
EXCERPT:
She’d been acutely aware of his presence and
couldn’t stop watching the man all evening. She couldn’t get him out of her
head. When she got home, she finally gave him the credit of deeper pondering. She’d reheated the water in
the claw-foot tub once already and sat up to turn it on again.Her thoughts drifted right back to the big man. Why had he told Alex about the whole stinking thing anyway? Seriously, he had taken the time to search her out and then he was still talking about it later that day… and then he knew she was going to be there—knew she was that girl, the one who told the worst lie ever—and came anyway. And he said he’d like to re-meet her again…
Was he, like—interested? Was she, like,
interested? He was totally hot.
Master My Love
Blurb:
When a mysterious invitation to a new BDSM club arrives in Valerie Thornton’s mailbox, she sees it as a fateful intervention. She has long suppressed her desire for a strong man who can nurture her inner-most desires and bring the submissive inside her to life. Now widowed with an empty nest, she’s alone, unfulfilled and wondering what she’s been missing.
Walking into the most exclusive club in LA all
alone, Valerie almost loses her nerve, but the testosterone-filled atmosphere is
pure temptation. Each dominant man she sees is sexier and more handsome than the
last. When she meets intimidating Eric Dupree, the Master Dom takes her breath away. He seems perfect
for her and Val knows he could bring her secret fantasies to life. She’s ready
to throw herself at his feet, but refrains. How could he possibly be interested
in a forty-year-old BDSM novice like herself?
As managing partner and Rossi CFO, Eric should be
thrilled. Club Decadence LA is successful and Rossi is growing by leaps and
bounds. But as he approaches middle age, he finds that he needs more than his
career and bachelor lifestyle can give him. In walks Valerie Thornton, an
innocent to his world. What has brought her to his
club, of all places, and why can’t he get her out of his mind?
Maddie's
Blog- http://maddietaylorromance.blogspot.com/
Maddie @ Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=193
Maddie on Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/Maddie-Taylor/e/B00DYE6Y54/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1390842321&sr=1-1
EXCERPT:
Flipping back the covers, he drew her to her feet
and handed her the slinky white dress. She pulled it over her head then began looking around for her panties. He was dressed and pulling on his boots when he noticed her searching in the linens that were heaped on the floor.
“What are you looking for?”
“My panties.”
Bending down, he pulled a miniscule scrap of lace
from under the bed and held them up. “You mean this little bit of nothing?
Sorry, baby. They’re torn.” He balled them up and made a three point shot into
the small waste basket beside the armoire on the far side of the room.
“They only get in my way. New dungeon rule for
you—no panties.”
Love Potion
#9.1
Blurb:
Harper Hicks is a bonafide witch, who has brewed up a bonafide love potion for sale to the
normal and not so normal customers at her bookstore. After all, who doesn’t want
a little extra heat around Valentine’s Day? And this one is guaranteed to make
fantasies come true. What could possibly go wrong?
Robin on Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Robin%20Smith&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
EXCERPT:
“You look weird,” Damien remarked now, frowning
at her.
“I missed you, too,” Harper replied,
trying on a smile for size. It almost
fit. “And I missed all of you! Hi, guys! Hello, Mrs. Emerson! Aunt Agatha! So
good to see you!”
The loose collection of people on the coffee side
of the store hailed her in waves. The two or three other customers browsing the
shelves seemed startled by this unexpected familiarity, but smiled as people
will when they perceive themselves caught up as part of a group. Harper tossed
out hellos as she shrugged and stomped free of her outer winter layer and threw
everything into the Tea Room, which was really just a wide space between the
stairs up to her apartment and the bathroom, a space just big enough for the
little table and two chairs where she did card readings on request. There was a
cupboard under the stairs where she could have hung up her coat and let her
boots dry, but Damien had turned it into The Cupboard Under the Stairs—a big hit
with kids and parents—and it wouldn’t do to have snow melting all
over little Harry’s miserable bed.
“I have the most exciting news,” Harper bubbled,
hopping up on the counter beside the cash register.
Damien eyed her bare feet with a distinct lack of
excitement. “Do tell.”
Sweet Sinclair, Masters of the Castle,
book 4
Blurb:
Since a competing sweet shop opened its doors, things have not gone well for Sinclair’s candy shop, Maybe’s Candy. Business was slowing, her finances were dropping, and no matter what she does she just can’t think of any way to get her business back on top. Even the one highlight of her week—that moment when handsome Parker Johnson, a man she’d been flirting with for over a year, came to buy his usual bag of caramels—even that wasn’t much of a treat. How could it be when Sinclair already knew something was wrong with him? She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was—was he married, gay, a homicidal maniac?—but a guy didn’t show this much interest in a girl without asking her out, at least not without a good reason. And Parker most definitely has not asked her out.
Then, an unexpected ray of good luck:
From out of the blue, she’s offered a job. All she has to do is cater a candy
party—one day, 900 people, and her store would be financially set all the way
through summer. The only catch? The venue is a place called the Castle, a
fantasy BDSM resort inhabited by some of the hottest Masters she has ever met.
And one of them just happens to be Parker, the same man she’s been drooling over
for the last year.
What a coincidence! Or is it? Sinclair always knew there was something wrong with him. What she didn’t know, was how he could make WRONG feel so wonderfully RIGHT.
Maren's Blog- http://badgirlscorner.wordpress.com/
Maren @ Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=66
Maren on Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Maren%20Smith&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
EXCERPT:
“Why do I have the feeling I’m missing
something?” Sinclair asked, stepping in beside him as she watched
Marshall go.
Parker wasn’t about to tell her what
that something was.
“Come on,” he said instead, and started
across the crowded dining room. He looked back once to make sure she was
following, but once they’d left the crowd of guests behind, his urge wasn’t to
take her to the ballroom. If he could have, he’d have ducked with her into the first
dark, tucked up out of the way corner
he found just so he could talk to her, apologize, try to
explain. He wanted to assure her that he knew this wasn’t her thing and that he
wasn’t expecting anything from her. He wasn’t a monster. He would never force
her to do any of the things her wide eyes kept locking onto as they walked—the
naked slave crawling along on a leash at her master’s heel, the copper wall
sconces artistically engraved with depictions of both men and women being
spanked, blindfolded, bound, or any number of the BDSM-oriented portraits and
couples that they kept passing in the halls.
This wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Parker had never wanted her to see this, any of it. He didn’t want her to be
afraid of him. If he could just hold her for a minute, touch her, kiss the hell
out of her the way he’d been fighting himself not to do for most of this last
year, then maybe he could somehow make things okay again between
them.
God, she smelled so good, like chocolate
and licorice, vanilla and cinnamon. Just like her candy store.
Join me next week when my guest will be L.A. Cloutier. We will feature her BDSM trilogy: The Story of L.
Join me next week when my guest will be L.A. Cloutier. We will feature her BDSM trilogy: The Story of L.
