N is for Newbie on the A-Z Challenge

Newbie (n):  A novice, one lacking in experience, in the BDSM/kink/fetish community, it refers especially to someone not experienced in kink.

In this excerpt from Master My Love, Valerie Thornton is visiting Decadence LA for the first time.  It’s also her first time in a BDSM club, ever.  To say it's an eye opening experience is putting it mildly.  Enjoy!

Master My Love

Decadence LA

Her tinkling laughter escaped and encompassed him.  He noticed that several other members heard and turned to look, charmed as well.  She seemed classy and refined although the leather outfit was all wrong for her.  His phone buzzed, a problem somewhere he was sure.  Checking the screen, he frowned and signaled to Samson. 

“I’m sorry, Valerie.  I need to attend to a problem.”  Samson stepped up then and Eric nodded toward her.  “Samson will watch you while I attend to an issue in the playroom.”

“I’m swamped, boss.  Terry called in and Marcia is late.  It’s just me back here.  I’m afraid I couldn’t give her all my attention.”  He gave her a once over, then turned to look behind the bar.  “She’s little; my naughty slave cage is empty.  I could put her in there in a pinch.”

Val’s cry of alarm and her hands flying to her mouth in shock prompted Eric’s eye roll… newbies.  The least little thing petrified them.  Being naked, restrained to a cross, and flailed with a flogger often didn’t faze them, but in a gilded cage, safe and secure while their Master attended to business seemed beyond the pale.  Go figure.

“Never mind, this is her first night and she’s skittish.  I’ll put the reins on her and bring her with me.”  Eric pulled the length of chain from his pocket and clipped it to her collar.  She gave a small whimper of alarm.  With a little tug, he brought her down from her stool. 

“You know the rule, subbie.  Unattached guest subs have to be tethered in the play areas.  It’s for safety, especially in your case.  We can’t risk you wandering off and freaking out.”

“It makes me feel so…”  She searched for the right word.

“Submissive?” Eric supplied.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, that’s exactly as intended.  Shall we go?”  

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Guest Author Summer Graystone Helps with M for Mom on the A-Z Challenge.

Double Duty again, with Wicked Wanton Wednesday and the Spanking A-Z Challenge.  

Today is M for Mom!  

I’m so happy to have a guest author to help me meet the challenge, today.  Let’s give a great big WWW welcome to Summer Graystone!

Hi Maddie! Thank you so much for hosting me today!

I’m sharing an excerpt from my latest book – Bailey’s Little Adventure. This is an age play story which is actually part of the Little Haven Collection released last month. You can find more about that collection here on my blog.

The snippet I’m going to share with you is based on the letter M. M for Mom!  In this scene Ian surprises Bailey with a present but it doesn’t go as planned… but as a good Daddy, Ian takes care of his little girl.

*****

“Then we have time.” He brought a wrapped package out of his briefcase. “Let’s go up to our room.”

I squealed, grabbing for the box, but he held it out of my reach. “Not so fast. Upstairs.”

I loved presents, and it had been ages since he’d bought me anything as a surprise. I danced alongside him down the hall to my room. He opened the door and stopped. It was a mess, as usual—clothes everywhere, DVDs and CDs piled on the floor. He turned around and gave me that look.

“I know, I know, it’s a mess.” I brushed a pile of clothes off the bed. “I’ll clean it tomorrow.”

There was a brief moment when I thought there would be a punishment, but Ian had really never stressed out over my room. We’d always thought of it as my space, my own private Idaho, where I could be myself. But even I could see it past the disaster stage and running into the toxic wasteland stage.

“Tomorrow. I promise.” I crossed my heart, and he laughed.

Ian sat on the bed, the present in his hands. “Okay. Tomorrow. At least make a dent.”

“Can I have it now?” I could hardly stand still, and I just barely managed not to jump up and down in front of him. He patted the bed, and I perched on the edge.

“For being so patient with me, with work and everything. I saw this and thought of you, thought you might like it.” He handed me the box.

I reached up and kissed his cheek, then tore through the Hello Kitty wrapping paper. The box inside was blue, with a little gold sticker holding it shut. I slipped my finger beneath it, and the lid popped open. Inside was blue tissue paper. I pulled it back carefully, not really knowing what to expect.

It was a teddy bear, the old-fashioned kind with button eyes and a stitched-on mouth and nose. Even without taking it out of the box, I knew it had arms and legs that moved and a tiny tab sewn into the back seam with the name of the company, and a tiny bear stitched on it in emerald green. My hands shook as I pulled the bear out of the box. I’d had the exact same bear as a child.

“Bailey? What is it?”

I couldn’t stop it. Tears fell down my cheeks, landing on the bear’s cinnamon-colored fur. He blurred, and I blinked back more tears.

“This is the bear my mom gave me. The exact same one. It was the last thing I had from her, before she… went away.”

“Oh, Bailey. I’m so sorry.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Do you want me to take it?” He reached for the bear, but I shook my head, holding it close to me.

“No. I love him. It’s just…” I hugged the bear, tears starting up again. “I miss my mom. And I don’t want… I don’t want you to go away, because she did, right after she gave me the bear.” My words came out in a rush, mixed with sobs. Ian rocked me against him, his voice soft, murmuring wordless sounds against my hair.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bailey. I’m not going to leave you. I’m fine. Your mom was sick…”

He knew the story. She’d had cancer. But I’d been too young then to understand. I knew now, in my mind, what had happened. But in my heart, when I was a kid—and now, sometimes—I still thought she’d left me, that she’d been mad at me.

We sat in each other’s arms until the doorbell rang. Ian went down and took care of the pizza delivery. When he came back, I was still sitting on the bed. He sat beside me, and after a few minutes he picked up the hairbrush from the bedside table.

“Turn around.”

I shifted so my back was to him. While I cradled the bear, he brushed my hair. My mom had done this, and when we were first married, on a day when I’d been in tears over something, he’d picked up the brush and brushed my hair. I don’t know why it comforted me so much. Maybe it was how tight he clasped me, how he held me close. I felt safe.

We sat for a long time, until I was calm, until my tears and the fear of him leaving for no reason had passed. Finally he set the brush aside. I turned around, still holding the bear.

“Ian, make love to me. Please. I want to be loved.”

“Where?”

I set the bear on my bed, kissing its nose gently and leaning him against my pillow. I looked at it for a minute, this small stuffed bear that had brought up such huge emotions. Then I looked at Ian, this amazing man, who loved me and understood me.

“In our bed.”

He stood, holding out his hand. I took it, and he led me down the hall to our room.

It was dark, and we left the lights off, undressing each other slowly in the dark, feeling rather than seeing our way to bare skin, touching and kissing, each move slow and gentle.

When we were done, I curled against Ian, inhaling the scent of us together, running my fingers over the smooth skin of his chest. I felt the rumble of his voice beneath my fingers.

“Are you hungry? The pizza’s cold, but it’s there.”

“No. I’m good.” I was sleepy, content, and food wasn’t on my mind. “But if you are, go ahead. I’m fine.”

He slipped out of bed, and I pulled his pillow over, burying my face in it. It smelled of him, his scent, his aftershave. I nestled into the covers and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander, thinking about Ian, about our life together. And not for the first time, I thought about how lucky I was.

*****

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Well! If you want to know what happens then you have to pick up a copy of the book right? Check out the full blurb below!

Blurb

Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.

But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?

Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.

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Thank you for having me on your blog Maddie!

Great to have you, Summer.  Thanks for taking on “M” for me.  Got anything you want to share for N-Z?  LOL 

Good Luck with your new book.  I looks amazing. 

Today's blog was part of the Spanking A-Z Challenge, drop by the other participant's blogs.  There is some great posting going on!

L = Laying Down the Law on the Spanking A-Z Challenge

Who doesn't love a good western?  If it features a handsome, old west lawman, even better.  

In Marshal's Law, Aaron Jackson is that lawman, both for the town of Laramie Wyoming, and in his household way back when in 1878.  His bride from the twenty-first century, however, is having a hard time figuring that out.  

*****

Crossing to her dressing table, he picked up her wooden hairbrush and took a seat on the bench. Patting his lap, he signaled where he wanted her. “Let’s get on with this, darlin’. It’s been a long day.”

“You aren’t seriously going to spank me with my own hairbrush, are you, Aaron?”

“I told you that when you don’t learn a lesson, the severity increases. This is the third time I’ve found you wandering about alone. You’ve felt my hand twice already and didn’t learn. Now we’ll see if the brush makes a more lasting impression. Pardon the pun.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I’m your husband, honey; you don’t get to refuse me. I’d much rather you cooperate and accept the consequences for your actions, but if you don’t, I’ll simply put you over my lap myself. But if that happens, you will definitely feel the strap. So, I recommend you act like the dutiful and obedient wife you vowed to be and get your little butt over here now.”

Tears stung her eyes, and she hesitantly took a half step toward him. She knew he was a spanker when she’d said, “I do”. At the time, it had seemed like the lesser of two evils. She had also promised not to go off all alone, but she had. “What was I supposed to do, Aaron? I was worried, and three hours had gone by.”

“You are supposed to do as you’re told and stay where I put you. If I can’t find you, I worry, and today I almost lost my mind. You left without leaving a note. For all I knew you had been taken or were hurt somewhere. I keep telling you this is still a rough town for the most part. We have only about five thousand residents, but we still employ a full time sheriff and ten deputies. That’s a 500:1 ratio, which is unheard of. Plus, I make this my home base because there is constantly something going on. Murders, rape, thefts, and drunken brawls happen here daily. In the past month alone, two innocent girls have been taken off the street and were found days later forced into servitude at one of the brothels. That could just as easily have been you today.”

Janelle gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth in alarm.

“So, when I tell you to stay at home, where I feel you are safe, I expect you to follow my rules. If it takes a spanking with my hand, paddle, strap, or switch every day, I will do it to keep you safe. Now, before I get riled up again, I expect you to get over here as I have asked repeatedly.”

“If you had told me that before, it would have made more sense.” Inching slowly closer, she hung her head. He was the marshal. He had firsthand knowledge about the crimes in Laramie, and she had disregarded his wishes.

“How many times did I warn you that Laramie is a dangerous place? My reluctance to live in town didn’t impress that point upon you? Furthermore, I don’t make a point of talking about brutal murders and assaults with women. It’s not an appropriate topic. You are going to have to learn to trust me. I don’t make rules arbitrarily or on a whim, Janelle. I am the law in this town, and when I make a law in my own household, it will be obeyed.”

She arrived at his side and found she couldn’t meet his gaze. She should have done as he’d told her. Her disobedience and recklessness could have gotten her killed, raped, or forced into prostitution.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t listen, Aaron. I didn’t know.”

“You don’t have to know, darlin’.” He nudged up her chin so she was looking at him before he said emphatically, “what you have to do is trust me.”

She nodded her agreement, feeling horribly guilty for worrying him and disobeying. She surprised herself by acknowledging that she deserved this spanking.

“Lower your drawers and lay across my thighs.” He waited patiently, expecting obedience from her.

Moving into position, she felt his hands at her waist, guiding her. Once her belly rested across his thighs, he angled her forward, which lifted her feet off the floor. With a small squeal of alarm, she instinctively sought to steady herself, one hand reaching for the floor, the other gripping his pant leg. It wasn’t necessary though, because Aaron had firm control of her body. His strength would never allow her to fall on her face; neither would it allow her to struggle and break free. His right leg wrapped around both of hers, and she was anchored firmly in place.

“Give me your right hand.” She reached back until his unyielding fingers wrapped around her wrist and bent her arm up and out of the way. “I’ll begin with my hand and finish with the brush. I expect you to learn your lesson this time, Janelle. I don’t want to have to teach it again.”

*****

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K is for Kisses on the A-Z Challenge

Soft kisses... angry kisses... French kisses... a peck on the cheek or the forehead... long kisses... short kisses... not-on-the-mouth kisses... butterfly kisses... up against the wall kisses... good kisses... sloppy wet kisses... 

There are so many, many types of kisses, I could go on all day.  Suffice it to say, kisses are the the greatest invention since sliced bread, for the most part.  But unfortunately, there are a few bad kisses.  

You know, the stabbing tongue, too much teeth involved, sloppy wet kind, where you worry you've somehow gotten yourself mixed up with an overzealous, closet cannibal or something and your mouth, lips and tongue are the main entree on the menu?  

You want to scrape him off, stand up and scream, "Come on, man!  Kissing is a finesse activity, find some.  Stat!"

But we're her to talk about good kisses.  The kind that makes a heroine melt into the hero's arms and her panties seem to vanish in thin air.  Yeah, you guessed it, I gotta a clip for that.  LOL

Here is Tony Rossi, Cap from Captain My Captain.  He has done a bonehead thing (yes, even sexy hot Dom heroes can do that).  So, now its time for a makeup kiss.  Lucky for us it is also a scorching hot up-against-the-wall kind of makeup kiss.  Yum!  Enjoy... 

*****

Tony closed and locked the door behind them. 

A split second later, Megan found herself pushed up against the door, his large body crowding hers as he took her mouth in a scorching kiss.  Startled at first, Megan stood still under the onslaught.  After several moments, she remembered she was supposed to be angry with him.  Pressing her hands against his chest, she ineffectually pushed against him and turned her head to break the kiss. 

Undeterred, Tony’s lips trailed hot kisses across her cheek and down her neck before latching onto the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Tony!” she protested breathlessly.  This man, despite leaving her heartbroken and angry, turned her on more than anyone, ever.  Her resistance was slipping.  

“I’m so sorry, Angel,” Tony said between kisses.  He lifted his head to look deeply into her eyes.  “I thought I was the target and that they were using you to get to me.  I was trying to protect you in my own fucked-up way.  I never wanted to hurt you.”  His lips tenderly met hers as he pressed light kisses along her jaw and the corner of her mouth.  “I have waited for you for so long and wanted nothing more than to make you mine.  It killed me to push you away, but I felt that was the only way to keep you safe.  I’ve made some enemies over the years and didn’t want to expose you to their shit.”

Megan’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes misting as she looked at him.  Could it be true?  Overwhelmed with questions and emotions, she dipped her head and pressed her face against his chest.  “You hurt me so bad—” Her voice broke as she fought back her tears.

“Don’t cry.  My God, Angel, you slay me with your tears.”  Tony gently pulled her away from his chest and angled her face up to his.  “Look at me, baby.  Please don’t hide from me.”

“I thought my heart would explode when you said it was over.”

“I know I hurt you,” he whispered, “and I am sorry. I did it on purpose to throw them off your trail.  I hoped that if they thought you meant nothing to me, they would leave you alone.  Man, did I get this one wrong.   I really fucked up, Meg.  Can you ever forgive me?”

Long story short, Captain has 2 covers.
This is the one that got him out of
the Amazon dungeon because the
prudes couldn't stand the O-face.
Original available everywhere else!

Megan’s watery gaze met his as she tried to read the emotions behind his eyes.  The intensity of his gaze was too much and she lowered her eyes.  Could she trust him again?  Should she?

“No, Megan,” he demanded hoarsely.  “Look at me.”  His tone, so full of urgency and raw need, compelled her to look at him.  “I’m already in love with you, Angel.  I wanted to protect you and was willing to sacrifice anything, even giving you up, to keep you safe.  Now that I know that it’s not my past posing the threat, I want you with me, because you are mine.”

His lips swooped down and seized her lips in another searing kiss.  His confession had softened Megan’s heart.  Helpless against his allure, she opened her mouth eagerly and let him back in.  Praying it was real this time, she also opened her fragile heart, entrusting it to his care once again for safekeeping.  Overwhelmed by the emotions of the last day, she sobbed against his lips and reached up to grasp handfuls of his shirt at his back.

“I’m so sorry, baby.  Please don’t cry anymore.”  He spread kisses across her eyelids and kissed away the tears that trickled down her cheeks.  “It kills me to see you cry like this.”

Megan let out a tearful laugh at the absurdity of that statement. 

Arching an imperious brow at the irony of his words, he finally admitted.  “Tears during discipline are the exception to the rule, of course.”  Then his face turned serious. “Can you forgive me, Megan?”

She searched his eyes and saw only sincerity there, and love. She couldn’t say no, she loved him too much and decided to risk it all, even knowing that if he ever left her again it would kill her. “Yes, Tony, I forgive you.  But don’t ever do that to me again.  I’d rather you keep me close than push me away in a crisis.  My heart can’t take it.”

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*****

Okay.  I counted twelve different kind of kisses.  Phew!  Tony is a true expert, which means Megan is a very luck girl  

J is for Juices on SatSpanks and the A-Z Challenge

There are plenty of spankings in Second Time Lucky, but for the life of me I couldn't think of a spanking related J.  So you get a sex scene today.  Do you mind?  <snicker>  I know better.  

J is for Juices today for both SatSpanks and the A-Z Challenge.

In this scene, Sean is deployed in Afghanistan and Mara is modeling some new lingerie by video chat.  The scene includes what follows.  

Caution:  Words in the snippet may be extremely hot and are meant for an adult audience only.  

My 8 line snippet:

His mouth was watering at the thought of her warm, sweet honey. “Put your fingers in your mouth and describe for me in detail how you taste.”

She paused, glancing back with a startled expression.

“Hesitation will earn you a spanking.”

Her lashes fluttered once before her wet fingers found her mouth.

“Glide that wetness along your lower lip, first.”

Shimmering fingertips slicked along her bottom lip, leaving it shiny with her juices.

“So damn hot, baby, now, lick it off for me.”

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I is for Inverted on the A-Z Challenge

I is for Inverted.  Strung upside down by a dominatrix to be precise.

How does that grab you?  LOL


Why don't we jump right on in with a nice little inverted excerpt and find out...

Second Time Lucky

Club Decadence, Book 5

“Arms up.”

She had no sooner raised her hands shoulder high before her dress was whisked over her head, leaving her in only shoes and her matching green bra and panties.

“This is very pretty,” he said, tracing the lace edge with a fingertip, “but the bra goes too. While you finish up, I’m going to turn on the music.” He kissed her forehead. “Be right back.”

He was gone, leaving her half-naked in the corner with the perfect vantage point of the rest of the room. No one was paying attention to her. Everyone else was engaged with their partner. Cap had commandeered the spanking bench and was strapping down his giggling blonde. Rick and Regan had gravitated to the cross against the far wall. Dex and Elena were absent, seeking private time after announcing their engagement. The two other couples who Mara didn’t know were already occupied. One Dom had his sub in the cage while he perused the table laden with spanking implements. The other, a Domme, and the only female dominant in the group, had her inverted sub balls up on the Y-post. They were enthusiastically carrying out a most inventive sixty-nine with the upside down man’s head wedged firmly between the woman’s thighs as she alternated sucking his cock while slapping his ass and balls with a sharp hand.

Mara shuddered; what was it about these dominant women and ball slapping?

“That’s Mistress Anne.” Sean’s low whisper sounded in her ear as he slid his hands up her arms to cup her shoulders. Pulling her back against his chest, he filled her in on the details of the Domme and her sub. “Cap has known her for years. A retired Army lieutenant, she’s in her forties, owns her own business and according to Cap is as sweet as pie outside a club, but inside she’s a real ball buster. Pun intended. Roger, her sub, is also her husband of twenty years and a local attorney.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. He’s a cutthroat trial lawyer, busting balls by his own right in the courtroom, so I hear. It gets old evidently, so he likes to give up control to his Mistress after hours. They’ve already purchased a charter membership and Decadence doesn’t open until the summer.”

“I had no idea there were so many people into this in San Antonio.”

“We have twenty paid memberships already. Only two are local. One couple is from as far away as San Francisco. The high profile clients prefer not to play in their own back yard, which is understandable.”

“Twenty members at thirty grand a year...” Her voice trailed off in amazement.

“Yep. Our goal for the first year is one hundred members and I’ve got a pile of applications three times that on my desk now.”

“Wow.”

“It shows how desperate people are to find a quality club these days.” He undid the front hook to her bra and peeled it off. “Most are experienced in the lifestyle, but a few of the applications are from newbies looking for a safe place to learn and explore. It will make for a good mix. I enjoy opening new eyes to the delights of our world, especially beautiful green ones.” Tossing aside her lace bra, he caressed a bare breast, his eyes skimming down the length of her, naked except for her skimpy panties. “Since you were so distracted the inverted scene and all the other kinky goings on, I’ll give you a pass on disobeying my order about the bra, but that’s the last one tonight. Pay attention from here on out.” He patted the leather sling. “Hop on up.”

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H is for Hot and Heavy with Adaline Raine on Wicked Wanton Wednesday and the A-Z Challenge

It seems I’m doing double duty a lot this month.  

Today is Wicked Wanton Wednesday and Adaline Raine is here to help me out with the A-Z challenge.  

She’s brought along an H clip, Hot and Heavy, that is, from her new release Rules of the Pack. 

Maddie:  Hey, Addy, can we start off with that Hot and Heavy clip? 

Adaline:  Sure!  The snippet below is super HOT!  Phil reminds Alisha not to bite him since he is a werewolf and she is a human. It's hard for him to keep his hands off of her, especially when she makes him.....happy?

Maddie:  Oo, another H… happy.  But that's for another month and another challenge.  LOL  Here we go with a snippet from

Rules of the Pack

*****

“No biting.”

“I’m sorry,” she pouted. “I couldn’t help myself.” Alisha blinked her gorgeous hazel eyes at him, and he nearly melted.

He was in so much trouble. That’s what it came down to. She was breathtaking in so many ways and she was making him feel all kinds of jumbled inside, which wasn’t something he’d felt before. If she were a werewolf, he’d have claimed her right here on his bed, right now, but she wasn’t.

“Did I make you upset?” Alisha suddenly trembled under his hands.

Fuck. His eyes. That had to be it. They scared most people—human women more than any others he’d met in his life—and he shut them tightly. “No.” Phil slid her off his lap onto the soft mattress, then stood up. “Anger is only one emotion which makes them glow. I’m not angry at all.”

He heard the creak of the springs as Alisha stood, and then her hands yanked his shirt over his head. His eyes flew open, and he meant to tell her to cut it out when she licked a long line down his neck and across his chest.

“What else makes them do that?” she nearly purred as she trailed up to his mouth. He reached behind him, captured her body in his arms, and brought her in front of him.

He pulled her up, forcing her to link her legs around his waist, and eagerly began exploring her mouth with his tongue. Never had he wanted someone the way he wanted this human. But she was human. He needed to be careful.

Fuck careful.

Phil had been careful his whole damn life, never letting his temper get the best of him, especially in matters of discipline or pack politics. Now he wanted to devour Alisha, all of her.

“Arousal,” he whispered against her ear. Phil threw them onto the bed, holding her on top of him and continuing to kiss her hard.

*****

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Maddie’s Intimate Authors Corner: 

 Maddie:  Ah, a shifter romance, I have to admit it is a guilty pleasure of mine.  What inspired you to write about sexy werewolves, besides the fact that they’re sexy werewolves?

Adaline:  It's so funny but werewolves used to share the crap out of me. I was so inspired by sexy, alpha Alcide Hereaux from True Blood that his character sparked a pack! As far as behavior I love Laurel K Hamilton's Anita Blake series which shows multiple characters, different types of scenes, changing at will, ect. I love supernatural stories!

Maddie: OMG!  Alcide (aka Joe Manganiello) has inspired some of my alpha males, too.  (Lucky, Sophia!!!)  Can you tell us a little bit about Rules of the Pack?

Adaline:  My new release is a direct sequel to Marked by the Alpha, my very first published book back in January 2013. It has all of the same characters though the point of view is mainly Phil, the Beta of the Pack, and Alisha, the human best friend of Dani. Dani is an alpha female who becomes mated to Mason, the alpha of the pack in the first book.

Both Phil and Alisha have been attracted to one another since the two crossed paths, but wolves and humans don't usually mesh well. Plus, the pack Phil belongs to is a pretty large pack and they get under fire from threats frequently.

Maddie: The lead couple is interracial and interspecies.  Were there any concerns, challenges you had about tackling either of these dynamics?

Adaline:  It's funny, but in their eyes the biggest challenge is the wolf/human dynamic. In the beginning, Alisha puts herself down as a weak human and she gets a hell of a punishment spanking for it. Phil reminds her if she brings up the difference in their species again that he will make sure she will have trouble sitting down for a week.

The two of them being a mixed couple racially is the least of either of their concerns. For me, I have personally seen bias and this shows it doesn't matter what color or species you are. Love is love is love.

Maddie:  This is a sequel, do you plan a third in the series?

Adaline:  I do actually. Cal, the doctor of the pack, and his nurse Portia have a heck of a story to tell. I don't know when it will be out, but I'm optimistic.

Maddie: You wrote your first story in 2013, two in 2014, Rules of the Pack makes your third novel this year, I believe.  You’ve certainly picked up the pace, which is wonderful, and I’m sure has your readers cheering.  Are you writing full time now?  What are your plans for the rest of 2015?

Adaline:  It does look that way, but honestly you should see my house! I've been a hermit practically the last six months. I have several works in progress and the goal is to leave my 9 to 5 and leap into writing full time. This will actually make more time for family since I will be able to plan around my kid’s activities and meetings, errands, appointment and such, and our weekends can go back to being fun. I have so many things packed into Saturday and Sunday that we wind up staying in.

Maddie:  As a writer myself, I have some tricks and tools I have developed along the way to help, especially with the editing process.  Can you give us some insight into your process?   Any tips or tools that you have found particularly useful?

Adaline:  I still feel very green as far as offering advice to anyone! **laughs** I think I'm pretty odd the way I write. I do not write in a row, I see a random scene play out and I type it out. Then I get another random scene and I type that out. After a while the randomness gets clarity when they start tying together, but I don't recommend it! My best tip is to write the characters you see. If you have a story, get it out!

Maddie:  Thanks for being on Addy.  Best of luck with your new release.  It sounds hot and has been added to the top of my Kindle TBR.  Yum!

Adaline:  Thank you Maddie! It was a blast. I love coming over to visit. I can't wait for you to come over my blog on June 16th!

Blurb:

Alisha Knight is a down-to-earth woman who just so happens to have her sights set on the beta of a large werewolf pack. But despite the way her body reacts to his powerful presence, bitter experience has shown her that a wolf pack is no place for a human girl. 

As his alpha’s trusted second-in-command, Phil McKenna takes his responsibilities seriously, even when that means taking disobedient females over his knee for an attitude adjustment. Though he is smitten with Alisha, the feisty little human friend of his alpha’s mate, humans and wolves don’t usually mix well and her presence could easily put both her and the pack in danger. 

Yet try as he might, Phil can’t keep his hands off Alisha. His fearsome urge to mark her, claim her, and dominate her completely is only increased when her defiant attitude earns her a hard, bare-bottom spanking. But when the pack is attacked by a cunning, vicious enemy and Alisha’s life is put in grave peril, Phil must decide if he is ready to cast aside caution and take her as his mate. 

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Pack is the sequel to Marked by the Alpha. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.