Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wicked Wanton Wednesday welcome Rollin Hand and Pendragon's Lash



Another new author to Wicked Wanton...  Always so much fun!
 
Today, Rollin Hand joins me with a sexy excerpt and a candid interview in the authors corner.  There is a lot to cover, so let's get started right in with the blurb for Pendragon's Lash... 
 
 
Over the course of seven hundred years of isolation since its colonization during the great diaspora at the end of the twenty-first century, civilization on the planet Pendragon has deteriorated to the point that society now resembles that of medieval Europe. The nations have long fought for power, and when the benevolent Star Federation learns of a threat to a royal marriage that could bring about a lasting peace between the kingdoms, four operatives are sent to ensure that the wedding takes place as planned.

Striving to blend in with the local population, the agents soon learn that this world is nothing like their home planets. Danger lurks at every turn, but there is something even more unusual… On Pendragon, it is a man’s right and duty to ensure that the women under his authority are well-behaved. As the mission progresses, each member of the team faces unique challenges.

Elana, a botanist reporting on medicinal plant life, resists her forced dependence on a native who thinks part of his job entails spanking her when she disobeys his orders, yet at the same time she finds herself drawn to this firm-handed barbarian.

Jessica, a bodyguard disguised as a maid of the bride-to-be, finds her hands full keeping the bratty princess safe. But when Jessica falls in love with a native prince, can she admit to him—and to herself—that she can’t wait to be taken over his knee?

Trevor becomes a tutor for the daughters of a noble, but his assistant Iris grabs his attention in a way no woman ever has before. When he must chastise her—for he must do as the locals do—he cannot help but enjoy it, but will Trevor truly go native?

Julia enters the Benefice Sisterhood with orders to spy on the Universal Church of Atonement. She soon finds it painfully clear, however, that life with the Sisterhood will mean harsh discipline. Can she stay strong and carry out her assignment?

Success is uncertain, but no matter what happens, this mission will change the history of Pendragon and the lives of these agents forever. 

PENDRAGON’S LASH

An excerpt
“Now, is there someplace we can be alone?” Jessica moved closer to Alfred and her voice dropped to a throaty whisper.

Alfred appeared puzzled. “We are alone here,” he said.

“Someplace more comfortable,” said Jessica. “I want you,” she breathed, staring into his eyes.

Alfred took her into his arms. “Even after—” He didn’t finish the question as Jessica put a finger to his lips.

“Especially after. Now, no more questions.”

A nearby, empty supply caravan provided a comfortable enough berth for what Jessica had in mind. In a short time they were kneeling on furs facing each other. Jessica had undressed Alfred, her hands moving rapidly to loose buttons and ties. “You’ve seen me naked, but I have not yet had the privilege of seeing you,” she said, eyeing Alfred’s naked body. “I must say you do not disappoint.”

In the flickering light from nearby torches, her eyes travelled over the hard muscular body, the wide shoulders and flat abdomen—and to the fully erect penis below, which she stroked with her hand. “I felt this underneath me, becoming hard as you spanked me.” Alfred sucked a breath through clenched teeth. “If you want to know what that did to me, put your hand here.” She guided his hand to the cleft between her legs.

Her sex was slippery-wet with arousal. She had been on a slow burn all day, ever since the spanking had set her off. Then Bethany’s whipping—perversely, she thought—had inflamed her even more. She ran her hands up and down Alfred’s frame as he stroked her vaginal slit, his fingers finding the button that produced the waves of ecstatic pleasure she desired. She lowered her head and took his erect cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Alfred moaned and placed his hands on her head, gently caressing her as she sucked his hard, pulsing member.

Finally, he pulled her away. He took command and tumbled her backward. With his arms, he pulled her legs up until they looped over his shoulders. Slowly, he inserted his raging erection into her. Jessica threw her head back and moaned. He was inside her so deep. Then he began to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw. She feared their fierce rocking might make noise, but she almost didn’t care as their bodies slammed together in a wild pursuit of climax.

Jessica suddenly decided she wanted it another way. She pulled back and rose and turned. On all fours, she offered her hindquarters to him, inviting Alfred to enter her from the rear. He slid in and from that angle, it was a feeling of pure ecstasy as he took her. She rocked on her knees and Alfred’s body smacked against the bottom cheeks he had so thoroughly reddened earlier. Something was happening, something was bubbling up from her core. Waves of pleasure washed over her, making her quiver. She let it overtake her, moaning and thrashing while the ultimate sensation cascaded over her, obliterating awareness of all else.

Alfred escorted her back to the pavilion of the ladies in the wee hours. Surely tongues would wag, but she didn’t care. As for Alfred, it was probably viewed as his prerogative. He was an unmarried man. So what if he had a dalliance with a handmaid to the princess? Little did they know that she was so much more, but for tonight she was not warrior angel from the stars. Tonight she was merely a woman of Pendragon, the obedient wench of a barbarian warlord who had punished her and then had his way with her. That night, she dreamt of a hard man with a soft touch and did not awake until well after first light.







 

Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner:
In the Authors Corner with Rollin Hand.  So many would-be and new writers ask about how to get started, I like to pass on other author’s experiences.  So Rollin, help us out here…  What inspired you to take the plunge and write/publish that first book?

RH:  I was already a fairly well known writer of spanking fiction at a free site called The Library of Spanking Fiction. One day I got a call from a client asking me about license rights on something called KDP which turned out to be the Kindle publishing platform. Since I had written over 200 stories by then (Fall 2012), I decided to try it. It has turned from a hobby into a part time business. Now 33 books later, I’m not slowing down, I’m just getting cranked up.

MT:  33!  Wow!  I’m a newbie comparatively speaking.  How much of your books are, based on your own personal experiences?

RH:  Very few. Although I do take incidents from my past and embellish them. It’s what I wish would have happened. There are a few, however, that are very close to some real life experiences or are bits and pieces of r/l incidents.

MT:  How same/different are you from your main character.

RH:  My male principal characters are how I imagine I would be in the same circumstances. They are idealized versions of self. They love and respect their women, are never abusive and discipline only when necessary. In real life I try to be the same way. But, sad to say, I’m not that super spy from Mission Impossible.

MT:  Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 

RH:  No big message in my fiction. But the spanking aspect is usually elevated to something that is loving and positive, a sexy consensual act, once it’s all said and done.

MT:  What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

RH:  Read a lot. I emulate writers I admire. Analyzing how they do things can be very instructive. So when you see a great paragraph or turn of phrase, stop and think for a minute, “just how did he do that?” Also, when I run across bad writing I note it with a memo to self – “don’t do that.”

MT:  Okay, now that we got the serious professional questions out of the way, how about some fun stuff.  Ready?  What are you reading right now? 

RH:  “Those Who Wish Me Dead” by Michael Koryta. A favorite new author I discovered.

MT:  Favorite genre to read

TH:   Same ones I write in (but with lots less spanking and sex) : Mystery/Thriller, Horror/Sci-fi,  Spy, Historical drama.

MT:  Favorite author/why?

TH:  Wow. There are so many. Steinbeck, Faulkner, Hemmingway, Poe, Heinlein, Assimov,  JD Salinger. Nowadays it’s Stephen King, Lee Child, Dennis LeHayne, Stephen Hunter, Preston/Childs, Robert Crais, James Lee Burke, Larry McMurtry. But my favorite of all was the late great John D. MacDonald. His characters were gritty and real, his plots were great and he laced his books with his own philosophical musings on the direction of society. He hated the urbanization of Florida, for example, which he viewed as this pristine Eden being overrun by greedy developers with no moral code. He thought society was losing its moral center and so you see in his hero, Travis McGee, a guy struggling against the tide of societal decay, trying to right a few wrongs.

MT:  Favorite movie/why?

RH:  Lot of those too, but I keep coming back to The Godfather, a dark morality tale superbly done. It’s Michael’s choice, embracing what he knows to be evil out of loyalty to the family and forsaking love. I also have great affection for some old westerns like The Magnificent Seven, Shane, The Professionals. And of course, I love Aliens and Dune.

MT:  What is the trait or characteristic you find most appealing a partner? 

RH:  Honesty and loyalty.

MT:  Does your partner. (past or present) read your work?  Either way, why or why not?

RH:  No, she doesn’t. There is some back story there that is private. Someday I think she will.

MT: Do you write under a pen name?   

RH:  Rollin Hand is a pen name. I don’t want my real name known. It would embarrass my family and could cause professional complications.

MT:  So true.  Some of the things I write would curl people’s hair if they knew it came from lil ole me.  Along those lines, do your friends/family know you write erotic fiction?

RH:  Only my wife. I have told a few people I write “steamy romance” but oddly enough the conversation usually stops right there. Maybe even that is too much information.

MT:  I think I know the answer to the next question, but just for clarification purposes, what is your favorite kink?

RH:  Spanking, of course. It’s my thing. Has been since childhood. I can’t explain it. I also like brussel sprouts, roller coasters and golf and I can’t explain those either. Especially golf.

MT:  LOL!  I hate golf and brussel sprouts, but we have one thing in common. J  Finally, what is your biggest guilty pleasure, for which you are willing to risk it all for.

RH:  I think I’ve walked that path already, and have learned that there is no guilty pleasure that is that valuable. But I will risk a spanking for that extra shot of Gentleman Jack.
 
Thanks so much for stopping by today Rollin, please come back when you have another 'steamy romance' to share.  :)

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Natasha Knight and Taming Naia on Tantalizing Tuesday


 
 
 
 
Things got a bit busy on Wicked Wanton Wednesday, so I invited Natasha to join me for a Tantalizing Tuesday and I'm so glad she did.  But now, I'll have to hop over to the Big A and one click to find how this tantalizing scene ends.  Just wait, you'll be doing the same thing.
 
That Natasha, she's such a tease.
 
 
 
 
  
Addressing her Punishment:
an Excerpt from Taming Naia
 
Hi Maddie, thanks for having me here today. For anyone who doesn't know, Maddie is over at my blog with an excerpt from her latest release so make sure to head over there to check it out too.

Today I'd like to share a piece from Taming Naia which was released last week. This is the story of Liam Roark, elder brother to Luke and Jake if you remember them from Taming Emma and Taming Megan. Liam has brought Naia to his Miami home to give her a taste of what life with him would be like. The only relationships she's had so far have been vanilla and Liam is most definitely not that. Here you go…

 

“Now, let’s address that punishment you’re owed before we get some sleep. It’s late.” Her heart pounded hard and fast at his words.

Once inside the bedroom, he took her to the bed, laying her on her back as he climbed on top of her, kissing her. The feel of him so close, so heavy, was intoxicating. He was already hard and she wondered what he would do. Would he spank her again? Or just fuck her?

She opened her mouth easily, eagerly, her body softening, forming to his. He trailed his tongue down to her breast and took the very tip between his lips, sucking, drawing the nipple out until she moaned. He then moved to the next one and did the same, nibbling a little with his teeth. He sat up, unbuttoning the top of his shirt and opened the drawer beside the bed, removing a pair of nipple clamps with a thin, silver chain in between, much like the pair he’d sent Naia in his ‘goody box.’

“What are you doing?” she asked when she saw the contraption.

“Clamping your nipples. A part of your punishment.”

Her eyes grew wide and she struggled beneath him.


“I promise you’ll like them,” he said, clamping her right nipple.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the pain when the clamp closed tight.
“Eventually,” he added, grinning.

Without giving her a chance to panic, he clamped her left nipple. She gasped at the pressure, squeezing her eyes shut when the pain registered.


“Oh, no,” she said, reaching for the clamps.


“Hands off,” he said, taking her wrists. He held on to them as he watched her first struggle, then slowly surrender to the sensation, the pressure, the pain, the arousal. “Good girl, just give in,” he said as he pushed her knees up. Holding her hands behind her thighs in one of his, he reached back into the drawer. Her eyes, which were closed, flew open when he slid the leather cuff around first one, then the other wrist tightly together, binding her hands just behind her knees. He then stood and looked down at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when he moved to draw the curtains closed. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t keep up.

“Delivering your punishment,” he said, returning to her.

Arousal or aggression dilated his pupils and she panicked, trying to right herself. He kept his eyes on hers while he rolled his sleeves up and pushed his hair away from his face. Then, in one swift movement, he flipped her over so that she rested with her knees, shoulders and one side of her face on the bed. Her ass was high to the sky and she could wriggle around as much as she liked, she wouldn’t be changing position until he was good and ready to allow her to.

“We’ll start with your tardy arrival at the club tonight,” he said, placing one knee on the bed.

“Wait!”


“That damned leather corset,” he added.


“What?” This wasn’t how she had imagined this evening.


“Your continued inability to address me correctly,” he said, shifting her slightly so he had better access to her lifted backside.


“You jerk!” She struggled to rise, but with his hand on her low back and the way he’d bound her, it was impossible. He didn’t even have to add much pressure.


“And your overall lack of respect. You don’t have to count. I’ll stop when I feel you’ve had enough.

* * *

Sorry to leave you right there but the intention is to tempt you… Thanks for reading and click here to pop over to my blog to check out Maddie's post.


Blurb: Naia knows that Liam Roark has every right to be angry with her for sabotaging his career ten years ago with the accusation that he spanked her. When she seeks him out to ask his forgiveness, though, he will only give it on one condition: she'll have to accept the bare-bottom spanking she once falsely claimed to have been given.

 
Although hesitant, Naia agrees, but after a painful and humiliating punishment which leaves her tearful and blushing, Liam sends her on her way. Despite her protests he is determined not to see her again… for his sake and for hers. He knows full well how strongly he yearns to dominate and have his way with her, and he fears she is far from ready to see that side of him. But Liam isn't the only one who has to come to terms with the past, and when Naia persists, he finds himself unable to resist the twenty-eight year old beauty any longer.

 
Deciding to give her a taste of the life he lives, Liam brings her with him to his vacation home in Miami. He will demand her absolute obedience, thoroughly punish any defiance, and take her in any way he pleases, leaving her begging on her knees for more. But will the passion they ignite continue to burn hot once they return home?
 

Publisher’s Note: Taming Naia is a stand-alone prequel to Taming Emma and Taming Megan. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 
Also note that this book was published previously under the title Naia and the Professor.

Buy links:

Amazon US, Amazon UK, Blushing Books, AllRomanceEbooks, B&N
 
Did you one-click yet?  I did!  Thanks for stopping by Natasha, come back anytime you want to share more sexy, steamy excerpts.  Yum!

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Club Decadence returns to SatSpanks

A long time in coming, Club Decadence is back with Jonas and Lexie's love story.  There is intrigue, danger, gorgeous ex Special Forces men, BDSM play and of course, some sexy spankings.

 

 

Unbind My Heart, Club Decadence Book 4
 
 
Unlucky in love and gun-shy after the epic failure that was her marriage, Lexie Berry is looking for nothing more than a girl’s night out as she joins her friends for drinks and good music at Club Decadence.  She didn’t plan on sexy Master Jonas capturing her eye and sparking more than her interest.  He’s a Dom though, and she hasn’t had sex in six years, not since her ex-husband violently attacked her in a drunken rage.  But Jonas is tall, ripped and handsome.  He’s also an expert at rope bondage, her guilty fantasy that she’s kept secret for years.  In fact, he teaches classes in Shibari at his new MMA studio and asks her to be his model.  Can Lexie move beyond her traumatic past and be brave enough to explore with Jonas?  Can he be the one to earn her trust and help her break free from the bonds of her constricted and wounded heart?
Here are my 8 sexy lines...
 
If I find your door open again or the security system disarmed or if you start acting as recklessly as Elena or the twins, I’ll have no problem taking a page out of Cap’s DD handbook and will paddle your beautiful behind until you learn my rules.  Got it?”



   The twins and Elena had told her about the domestic discipline in their relationships.  Some of it sounded extreme, although the girls seemed to be okay with it—even enjoyed it.  Oddly enough, all three of them had said it made their relationships stronger.  How would she feel if Jonas decided to paddle her?  The idea alone had the tingling along her inner thighs returning with a vengeance.  A sudden image of being draped over his lap as he swatted her bare butt filled her mind and man-oh-man, was it hot!
 
 
 
Hop along to the other authors sites for more Saturday Spankings.  Have fun!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Get to Know Author Jaye Peaches on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

I'm baaaaack!  Who knew going from A-Z in a blog challenge would be so grueling?  Fun, but grueling. 

Happily, I return with my Wednesday feature with first time guest, Jaye Peaches, who has a new release - Judged by Him.  A wonderfully erotic BDSM tale
 

Judged by Him
by Jaye Peaches
 
The Blurb:

Gemma and Jason Lucas lead a life less ordinary, where kink and wealth combine to bring exotic opportunities.

Gemma - a millionaire's wife and a Dominant's submissive. One public persona, the other very private. Her personal journey takes her to many places physically, mentally, and most definitely kinky. She must continually put her faith in her husband and cast aside her turbulent past.

Her future is an uncharted map of erotic pleasure.

Settled into married life, Jason has almost all that he desires.  Constantly striving to seek out new erotic adventures, his passion is to have his wife become his submissive all day, every day.

Whatever Jason’s rules and judgements might bring to their relationship, he will always cherish her.

Three weeks cruising the Mediterranean Sea in a luxury yacht with her husband takes submissive Gemma into an opulent world she never could have envisioned before she met Jason Lucas.

A voyage to locations across Southern Europe and opens up new arenas of kinky sex for Gemma as her Dominant lover continues to educate her sexual being.

Unknown to the couple, several members of the crew are not who they appear to be. Both Gemma and Jason Lucas’s lives will be turned upside down by their disclosures and Gemma’s submission to her Dominant will be tested.

Available from:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Judged-Him-Sublime-Trust-Book-ebook/dp/B00LFUX93Y

AllRomance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-judgedbyhim-1559520-147.html




Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JayePeaches

 

One order of steamy excerpt –

The orgasm would have to consume every morsel of her body, drive out any negative energy, replace edginess and tautness with unscrupulous lust. Enticing Gemma further, Jason nibbled on her stiff nipples until she winced. His light chuckle reminded her he was partial to witnessing her pleasurable pain. Avoiding her gaze, he continued to lick and suck hard on her nipples until her breasts grew tender and swollen. Then, once again, he thrust deep inside her, and she let out a cry of tremendous delight.

“Shhh, baby.”

They might be on the top deck, but excessive noise would carry to the lower ones. Some lustful cries he would tolerate carrying to the envious crew below, but he’d told her on the plane he intended to gag her for the rougher play. The discussions about protocols had made her aroused with excitement.

Rough sex didn’t put Gemma off. About his pounding cock, she grew wet with natural lubrication that couldn’t be contained long. She came with a rhythmic spasm, bursting outwards into every element of her sexual being, and she adored the sensation. The liberty of coming unhindered overwhelmed her. Jason didn’t relent, and her deprived sex became overloaded. She wanted to come multiple times, as she knew she could, given the right circumstances. He ground his hips into her, deeper and faster, drawing her knees up and pushing them onto her shoulders.

The breeze blew across them, rippling waves of tiny shivers across her flesh. She relished him inside her, there on the luxurious yacht in the middle of the sea, used for his pleasure, uninhibited by bindings or teasing hands. Vanilla sex in the open air was just as good as bound sex in a dungeon. So when she opened her eyes and saw Enrique standing under the mast arch, she tensed, freezing all her muscles.

What is he doing watching us?

 
Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner

MT:  Jaye's in the hot seat today.  Actually, she took the time to answer my questions about how she got started as an author.  Inquiring minds, as they say.  So let's dig right in...   Jaye, what inspired you to take the plunged and write/publish that first book?

JP:  I’d already written loads of erotic BDSM romances but never dreamed of publishing any of it. Then I started a blog about my personal life under another pen name. I included amongst the real-life stuff some short stories, especially about spanking or D/s fantasies. I suppose it gave me the confidence to move into the public space with my own books.


MT:  How much of your books are, based on your own personal experiences?

JP:  I don’t make a direct link between my real-life and my author persona, but, yes, some of the things I write about are relevant to me, although I should say I’m not married to a millionaire, so please buy my books J

MT:  Millionaire fantasies are very common.  How dreams about living from paycheck to paychecks and deciding who takes out the trash or cleans the toilets?  Not what fantasy is made of, no way.  LOL   
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 

JP:  That it is very easy to misjudged people or situations and even harder to admit you’re wrong and that romance isn’t just about falling in love, it’s also about staying in love.

MT: What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

JP:  Publishing can be a rough ride, so never lose sight of the fun part – writing, keep writing.

 MT:  What are you reading right now?   

JP:  Three books – Beneath This Man by Jodi Ellen Malpas (my bedtime book), The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt and Bill Bryson’s 1927 

MT:  Multi-tasker!  I can write three at a time, but can't read that way.  My mind doesn't work that way.   So, I can guess, but do you have a favorite genre to read?

JP:  Do I have to pick just one!  Obviously a little bit of erotica… Crime too, especially the classic detective whodunit and historical fiction.  I used to read a lot more Science Fiction and fantasy… however, so many books, so little time.

MT:  Present company excluded <wink> who is your favorite author/why?

JP:  I have many, here’s one big fav… Dorothy Dunnett – and her Lymond series. A great alpha male hero, set amongst real-life history and a complex story of betrayals and romance. If you’re a history fan, try it out.

MT:  What is the trait or characteristic you find most appealing in a partner? 

JP:  Sense of Humor. You have to laugh at life, or else it would trample you down, best to laugh with somebody.

MT:  I agree, totally.  Laughing in the bedroom, or the dungeon are totally acceptable and should be encouraged, the latter within reason, of course. 

Last question... biggest guilty pleasure, for which you are willing to risk it all for

JP:  Cocoa with sugar. Yeah, I know, but if I don’t write the actually word I can convince myself I’m being good.
 
MT:  I'll do it for you Jaye  -  CHOCOLATE -  Mmmm!   Thanks so much for spending some time with me.  It was fun!
 
Come back next week when I will have another first time guest, Rollin Hand.  See you then!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Sons of Johnny Hastings blog tour rolls on with The Blacksmith's Bride by Patricia Green


 We've reached the end of the line for the blog tour which makes Patricia our caboose.  But last, is certainly not least with her contribution; The Blacksmith's Bride.  I love all the covers in the set; they are simply gorgeous.  But when I look at Abel on Patricia's cover, I can't help but drool over the shoulders on that man.  Yum!

I hope you have enjoyed the excerpts and Q&A I've had the pleasure of sharing with you over the past month.  Don't forget to comment for a chance at the end of tour prize drawing.  Good luck.

~Maddie 
The Blacksmith’s Bride by Patricia Green


Sunny Winslow knows exactly what she wants in a man. When she meets the blacksmith, Abel Armstrong, in her new home she's immediately hooked. Unfortunately, her mother has other plans for her that do not include a blacksmith. She is determined to tie Sunny to a rich town counselor. Sunny is desperate to escape the counselor, so she embarks on a series of schemes to get the man she wants.

Abel Armstrong has some skeletons in his closet. In the late 1800s, it's quite the scandal to be a divorced man. Over the course of the last ten years, he's had to work very hard to get his reputation back. Meeting Sunny is like a breath of fresh air, but he can't afford to throw caution to the wind and force their joining by doing something disreputable.
           
Can spankings teach Sunny to have some patience and trust that Abel's way is the right way? And, can Abel deal with Sunny's impulsive scheming and keep his standing in the community intact?

Excerpt:

Neither do I, but you've put us both in that position." He reached out and pulled her over his lap. "Good girls don't lie."

"Stop it! This is outrageous! Let me go!"

"I'll let you go after I'm sure you're not goin' to lie to me or your mother again." Abel pushed her bustle up onto the small of her back, exposing her ankles as her skirt rose a few inches.

Sunny felt her face flame, and she didn't think it could get hotter, but it did. Abel spanked her bottom with the flat of his hand. It wasn't that it hurt, though she could tell he meant it to be uncomfortable, but it did embarrass her. To think that she was spread over his lap like a sack of flour getting her bottom spanked was undignified in the extreme. What if Martha Diggins returned? The woman would probably laugh at her protests, the perverse old hag. But Abel didn't seem to be taking that into consideration as his hand rose and fell over and over again.

Sunny squirmed, trying to get away, too well aware that her breasts were flattened at the side of his thigh, that her posterior was his target. It was too much to bear.

"Let me go! I'm sorry! I didn't mean any harm."

He didn't answer, except with more spanks.

"Please, Abel. Don’t be so mean."

"Mean, am I? Well, if the shoe fits…" he said, his voice grim. With that, he pushed her skirts—all of them—up to her back and exposed her bottom. Her pantalettes were showing! Sunny thought she'd die of shame.

"Stop! No! You can't!"

"Oh, yes, I can." With hardly a pause, he began whacking her rump again. Her pantalettes were no help at all, the thin cotton hardly a film over her cheeks.

These spanks hurt. And the hurt built up as he continued to ply his hand over her seat and down her thighs.

"Oh! Ow! Stop!"

"Are you goin' to lie to me again?"


Her plan was in tatters, and Sunny had to admit defeat. It hurt, though, not just her bottom, but also her heart. She'd hoped to make so much of her relationship with Abel. That hope was for naught. He'd never talk to her again after this. Tears smarted her eyes and made her nose sting. "I'm sorry," she said on a sob.

"Are you sure?" Again, his hand rose and fell. Sunny's behind felt like a million bees were stinging her, and her middle was tight and twisty feeling. When she imagined what they must look like, with her over his lap, her undergarments showing, it was a salacious picture. A sinful picture. Her belly did an extra twist as her eyes flooded. She'd never be kissed by Abel Armstrong. Her life was ruined.

Author Q&A:    

If you time traveled back to 1872 which modern convenience or invention would you missed most? TP, A/C, birth control, automobile, cell phone (or any phone for that matter- it wasn't invented yet). Rank and tell us why...

Of those choices, I'd miss TP the most, simply because it's used more often than the other choices, so I would be frequently reminded of what I was missing. And, besides, pages from the Sears & Roebuck catalogue must have been inky.

The others, I'd rank as follows:

                2. A/C, because with the clothing styles of the time, it would be stifling hot in the summertime and the smell of so many hot and sweaty people must have been overwhelming.

                3. Phone, because I like to be able to know when there's an emergency I have to deal with, and how my daughters and husband are faring through their days. Although, I don't particularly like the fact that everyone is available 24/7 now. It puts a lot of pressure on people to be "on call."

                4. Automobile, because I don't think I would like to ride in a buggy or wagon all the time. Those wagon springs were not great, and the ride must have been very bumpy and hard on the behind.

                5. Birth control. I like children and would probably have opted for a large family, had the situation been right for me.


The Sons of Johnny Hastings


Five illegitimate sons of a profligate gambler; these half-brothers learn of their father's death, some learning for the first time that their brothers exist.  These rugged, handsome men, despite their unfortunate beginnings, grow to become strong, upstanding men (for the most part) in their own right, no thanks to their father. Still, from across the country they embark on a journey. Along with their sassy and sometimes mischievous brides, they travel to Denver for the reading of the will. For most, the will is the least of their concerns.  Instead, they have a burning curiosity to meet the other sons of Johnny Hastings.

Available for individual sale or as a boxed set which include five brand new stories by some of your favorite authors: Patty Devlin, Patricia Green, Renee Rose, Maddie Taylor (yours truly), and Mary Wehr.
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