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WIP It Up Wednesday 2/3/16

Welcome to another WIP It Up Wednesday!!

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Before I launch right into the next Masters of the Castle: Maddy Mine snippet, I’d like to ask a question. Often in the course of writing a book, there are scenes that just don’t make it into the final draft of the story. I have one such scene in this one. I’m wondering, is anyone interested at all in reading a chapter’s worth of this story which will never been seen once the book is actually published? Let me know in the comments if you are.

Also, I said I’d get the blurb done. Um…guess what I didn’t do. Bad Maren. Bad! No biscuit! No spankings either!

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“What did you expect?” Lowering himself to perch on the edge of a small table (nailed to the floor, thank god—that made it the only thing on this entire ship currently not moving), Dominick folded his arms across his chest and stretched out his legs, bracing against the rocking floor. Frowning, he sighed across the hold and through the bars of the brig in which Maddy had been detained. He hadn’t really meant for them to clap her in irons, but damn if they hadn’t found some manacles and done it. Sitting in a sulky heap in a dark corner of the completely empty cell, Maddy glared back at him. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her arms hugged around them, her bound wrists held together, a length of heavy chain dangling down her shin, clinking softly with every lurching back and forth sway of the ship.

She didn’t answer him with her mouth, but ‘drop dead’ was written all over her unsmiling face.

Dominick sighed again, laughed though it wasn’t funny, and then tried a different track. “Do you know what an investor does?”

“I’m not an idiot,” she deadpanned. Not promising, but at least she was talking to him. “Of course, I do.”

“Do you know what an investor’s wife does?”

“Off the top of my head?” she countered. “Walks around the Caribbean looking for as many different ways to be a pain in my ass as she possibly can.”

“Close,” he allowed. “Except it’s not your ass on the line here. It’s Rosa’s, and when you rock her boat it becomes mine. Now I have to go up there—” He pointed through the ceiling to the top deck. “—and make-nice kissy-face with her until she agrees to drop the charges.”

“It’s all part of the job description, right?”

He couldn’t just read ‘drop dead’ on her face, now it was underscored, italicized, and bold. He laughed again. It was even less funny now than before. “Yes,” he eventually agreed. “It is.”

The first tiny crack appeared in her sullen mask. Beneath her anger, he caught his first glimpse of unhappy regret. Then she looked away, swallowed hard, and when she looked back again, her anger was back and her mask bolstered firmly into place. “Then what are you doing down here?”

“Fortunately for me, she is already preoccupied.”

“Found someone else to piss off, did she?”

“Not exactly.” Halfway rolling his eyes, Dominick looked to the ceiling and tried not to be irritated by what he knew was happening above deck. “As appealing as some might fight the idea of being pleasurably plundered on the high seas, I don’t think Rosa quite thought this resort through. Right now, as we speak, half the crew and all the guests—Tessa most certainly included—are lined up along the rails, tossing their breakfasts to the waves. In fact, the only one seeming unaffected by the motions of the ocean is Emil, and that’s because I suspect he remembered his Dramamine.”

Maddy let her mask slip again, this time to a sympathetic wince. “That explains the faint ralphing noises I keep thinking I hear.” She frowned at him. “You don’t seem all that affected, either.”

For the first time since coming aboard the Glory Ho, Dominick smiled and meant it. Pushing off the table, he managed a mostly straight walk over to the cage before taking hold of collar of his shirt and shrugging out far enough to show off his motion sickness patch. “Be prepared,” he drawled. “It is the Boy Scouts’ marching song.”

For the first time since coming aboard the Glory Ho, when Maddy laughed he was inclined to think she meant it too. “Oh, like you were ever a Boy Scout,” she scoffed.

“From Webelos to Eagle Scout,” he confirmed, granting her a relaxed three-fingered salute.

Her chain clinked as she raised her hands to her mouth. Stunned, she stared at him a moment, then laughed. “And then Scout master, I suppose?”

“Nope. Stripper,” he corrected, while she barked another startled laugh. “A slight change in uniform,” he acknowledged, then winked. “But only until I ripped it off.”

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Don’t forget to answer my question in the comments: Is anyone interested in reading the deleted scene which will not be published in the book?

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Posted by on February 2, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Wip It Up Wednesday 1/27/16

Welcome to yet another WIP It Up Wednesday! I’m still hard at work on the next Masters of the Castle: Maddy Mine, although I am coming closer and closer to the end of it. Woot! Ready for the next Master Dominick fix? You know you are! ;)

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Now, I will confess: People keep asking, but I don’t yet have a cover to show off, I haven’t written a book description, and I do not have a release date (mostly because I don’t think my publisher knows this book is coming). Yeah, yeah. I know. Bad Maren! No biscuit! I promise, I will try to get at least a story description done in time for next week’s update.

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Unable to bear it, Maddy spoke first. “Are you mad?”

His head tipped, but he didn’t turn around. “Damn straight.”

Her hands worried at one another, twisting and twisting at her own fingers, her bottom clenching so hard she swore she could already feel the upcoming spanking she surely had earned. And yet, in a little girl voice, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you mad at me?”

This time he did turn around. He stared back at her perplexed, although that confusion soon melted away. It left him looking very tired. Like…well, a man who’d just punched a shark.

“No, sweetheart.” He came to her, his hands settling on her shoulders. “I’m not mad at you. This wasn’t your fault.”

“How can you not be mad at me?” she blurted, suddenly desperate for him to see just how guilty she was in all this. “I shouldn’t have gone with them! I should have known better than to leave the resort. Certainly, when Tessa joined us I should have turned straight around and come back!”

“You had no way of knowing you were in any kind of trouble until it happened,” he assured, his hands gliding up from her shoulders to her throat.

Maddy turned her face away, not liking the way his thumbs brushed so gently along her jawline and nowhere near ready to be forgiven. “I could have got you killed.” She covered her mouth, as if just saying such a thing might somehow make it more real.

“Look at me.” He tried to make her, but she pushed his hands away and even tried to pull completely from his reach. Rather than force her to stay, he let go, but he didn’t look happy about it. He breathed in, a deep steadying breath, and when she backed away, he followed her. “Are you done beating yourself up about this, or do you need me to help you get past it?”

She swung to face him again, startled. “What do you mean?”

A corner of his mouth curled. “You know exactly what I mean.”

She fell back a step when he took one towards her, but only the one. After that, she stiffened her legs and her back, fighting hard to ignore the sudden influx of nervous flies that overwhelmed her stomach. Worse, was the urge she had to reach behind her and touch her already tensing bottom. He was experienced enough, he probably knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other side of his mouth turned up now too as he closed the distance between them, stopping much closer than she was prepared for him to be.

“Do you need me,” he asked with such manufactured gentleness, “to punish you so you can stop punishing yourself for something that was in no way your fault?”

Maddy stared at him, that nervous spark inside her growing into real fear. Not of him; she didn’t think she had it in her to be afraid of him, but of what he would do if she said yes. Did she even want to say yes? Unbidden the memory of those five swats with his belt that morning returned. If she touched those two remaining welts, she could still feel a whispering echo of how much those strokes had hurt, but it was such a minor sensation compared to what the actual spanking had been like. Her knees began to tremble, dipping weakly in and out. She tried to shake her head, but when her mouth opened to refuse, what came spilling out of her was a much more terrifying and trembling, “Y-yes. I-I think so.”

Dear god, what had she just committed herself to? Staring up at him with huge eyes, she covered her mouth with both hands again.

“Fine,” he said, and with such a mix of authority and acceptance that for one crazy moment every thought Maddy held suddenly scattered, leaving behind only emptiness…and relief. It was such a strong feeling; it stole the breath right out of her chest, leaving her shaken all the way down to her toes, and yet…

And yet a thin tendril of warmth budded low down in her belly. That tingle of trepidation crawled across her welted buttocks, intensifying and extending down the backs of her thighs and moving up into the shadowy space between. She shivered again as it infiltrated her, phantom fingers that played along her slit at complete odds with the dread for what she knew was coming.

She jumped a little when he moved, but it wasn’t to take her arm or turn her around or even to remove his wide black leather belt. Instead, he held out his hand.

“Panties,” he said. She stared from his hand to him, not moving until he added, “Take them off, Maddy. You’ve lost the right to wear them. Right now, come on.”

That tickle between her legs became centered, unbelievably focused within her now pulsing clit. Lost the right to wear them? She looked at his waiting hand, her gaze slipping past it to his belt buckle. Her scattered thoughts regrouped just enough for her to put two and two together. She’d have to take off her shorts in order to remove her underwear. He would be standing right here, watching while she bared herself in front of him, becoming every bit as vulnerable to his sight as she would be to his whim.

“I’m not going to count to three,” he told her, that slight smile still curling his lips but now dancing alongside that stormy darkness growing once more in the brown of his eyes. “I’m not even going to count to one.” Snapping his fingers, he pointed from her shorts to the ground.

Was it going to be another five strokes, or was it going to be more than that? Hands shaking, Maddy untied the wet sleeves of her sweater from around her waist. Uncertain if it was possible to even survive more than five, she looked around for a place to put it. It seemed so disrespectful to just drop it, a wet heap of dirty white yarn on the security room floor. Right now, disrespectful was the last thing she wanted to be.

Taking it from her numb hands, Dominick solved the problem by tossing her sweater over the back of the nearest empty chair. Robbed of any further delay and afraid of how much worse things might get if he had to snap at her again, Maddy unfastened her shorts. The bottom hem of her tank top barely came down as far as the waist elastic of her lacy pink underwear. Sliding her shorts down her legs, she stepped out and straightened slowly. A woefully inadequate shield, she held the beige cloth against her hips. It didn’t hide her very well. She’d never felt so exposed in front of a man in her life.

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Hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s sneak peek!

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Posted by on January 26, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

The Great Flower Box Caper of 2015

Have you ever wondered what some of your favorite authors are really like? In person, I mean. Do you ever wonder if they are as funny or as nice as they sound by the way they write? Since I’ve started going to conventions, I’ve been blessed enough to meet a few of my favorite authors. Most have been the best experiences I could ever hope for, and some may have been having less than wonderful days. If you’ve ever found yourself wondering what kind of person *I* am in real life, well, gather around, dear readers, because I want to tell you a story. It’s a true story. One of the rare few times I’ve done something that would under the best of circumstances land me a lecture, and under the worst, get me in Trouble. In this case, however, the husband’s ‘My Wife Just Messed Up’ radar must have been broken. I never got caught and since he doesn’t read my blog, and because I just HAVE to tell someone, I feel pretty safe recounting it here.

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The story begins a year ago last fall when I bought a cedar flower box. Putting it on the front porch, I didn’t plant anything in it right away because it was coming into winter. But, being late in the fall, the flower box was on sale and, well, I like flowers. If you didn’t know that before, now you do. (Carnations are my favorite, if you’re curious.) Here’s something else you might not know about me: I used to be a social smoker. Back then I only ever smoked when around people who did. These days, I only light up when I’m under high stress and I don’t think my Dom knows about it. Er…um, back to the story.

In addition to getting the flower box last winter, a smoker friend moved into our house and I began to smoke a bit more often. Since there were now six of us living in this house and I don’t allow smoking indoors, my roomy and I would adjourn ourselves to the front porch and, as you can probably guess, it didn’t take too long before the empty flower box became a cigarette butt catch-all. During the winter when the flower box was full of rain and snow, this was no big deal. Now, flash forward several months to when the weather conditions changed. The flower box and its building butt collection dried out and, as I’m sure most of you have already guessed, I set the damn thing on fire.

We didn’t realize it at first. I was upstairs sitting in the computer room when I first became aware of the faint woodsy scent of something burning. I thought, ‘Huh, what an odd time of year for someone to need a fire.’ To me, that’s what it smelled like: someone was heating their house or maybe cooking hotdogs and s’mores in the back yard. Either way, I wasn’t too concerned. I went back to writing. Within seconds, however, the smell got stronger. Strong enough to bring my partner in crime out of his room and we wondered out onto the back porch to look around for the source. Suddenly, we were engulfed in an alarmingly thick cloud of smoke, but within less than a minute, as quickly as it had overwhelmed us, the cloud dissipated and was gone. Eventually, having never seen the slightest hint of a house on fire, we chalked it up to weird wind patterns and went back inside.

Flash forward an hour to when the dogs asked to go outside. Standing on the front porch, waiting for them to come back in, I looked down…and discovered the bottom of my flower box was nothing but a charred heap of ash. It had burned clear through to the cement of the porch. My first thought? “Omg…I’m toast.”

I ran and got my roomy and together we went outside to survey the damage. Once he’d finished laughing at me, we came to two major conclusions: First, we neither one of us wanted to have this conversation with my husband. You know, that conversation. The one that starts with a lecture on all the evils associated with smoking and ends with “From now on, take your smoking out to the end of the driveway…” And second, I didn’t want to get into Trouble. If you’re reading this, you probably know what I write and, therefore, also know what form of consequence “Getting Into Trouble” takes in my marriage.

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So, I decided to hide it.

Tell me when you figure out where I *might* have gone wrong in this scenario.

The following morning, I met my husband on the front porch and, strategically positioned between him and the burned out remnants of the flower box, I kissed him goodbye and waved him off to work. Key the Mission Impossible theme song. Literally. My roommate put it on his phone; we had it playing the whole time.

The minute the husband’s truck disappeared down the road, we sprang into action. My roommate grabbed the trash bin and brought it to the porch where we broke what little remained out of the bottom of the flower box and dropped it in the trash. We then covered it with every ounce of household garbage we could find and swept off the porch. I was thoroughly relieved to find there wasn’t even a scorch mark on the cement. The rest of the flower box went into the back of the car, because no way in hell was I going to leave that kind of evidence lying around to be found.

Off to Lowes we went. No longer on sale, I had to spend $90 on a new flower box. Having gone that far, afraid the husband might wonder at how a flower box could look so new after having spent the winter exposed to the elements, I bought a bag of soil and a flower and immediately planted it in the new box the second we got it on the porch. Our porch now had a new box (with a single red flower inconspicuously planted right splat in the middle of it), but the problem remained: What were we going to do with the old bottomless flower box still in the back of my car, like a ticking time bomb sure to be discovered?

That issue actually solved itself. In a stroke of sheer luck and insidious brilliance, I remembered a derelict house on the way to and from the Lowes. Key the Mission Impossible music once again: We left it by the front door of that abandoned house and quickly sped off before we could be arrested for trespassing. When the husband got home, all he said was, “Oh, you finally decided to use the planter box for flowers. It looks nice.”

So, I got away with it. But, that’s not the end of the story. Two days later, as we were driving into town, we passed that derelict house and discovered someone had hung that bottomless flower box up at the front window by the door. I just couldn’t help myself. Key the Mission Impossible music one last time. Back to Lowes I went, this time to buy slates to make a new bottom for the box, more soil and more flowers. Twenty nerve-wracking minutes, half a dozen jokes about what I was going to tell my future cellmates when they asked what I was in for, and $60 later, we jumped back in the car and sped away having left that burned out planter box looking better than it ever had on my front porch.

Long story short, if you’ve ever found yourself idly wondering what kind of person I am as you’re reading one of my books, this is me: the Flower Ninja, beautifying Wichita one derelict house at a time.

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Posted by on January 25, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

It’s ‘WIP It Up Wednesday’ Time!!

I was running all over the States this last week and forgot entirely about getting signed up for this week’s WIP It Up Wednesday, but oh well….

Here’s the next sneak peek at my current project Master of the Castle: Maddy Mine.

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Her need to get distance between them soaring beyond her ability to contain, Maddy yanked back out of his grip. She had no idea where on this island she was supposed to go, but she grabbed her purse off the end of the bed and one of the three pairs of shoes still lying in her partially unpacked suitcase. She didn’t stop to put them on before making a beeline for the bedroom patio door.

“Maddy, damn it,” he growled. Growled! As if she were the one being unreasonable here! For the second time, she slammed (still without meaning too; her hands wouldn’t stop shaking) the sliding glass door just as fast as she was through it. Dominick had it open again before she took that first leaping, barefoot step off the sandstone tiles onto the walkway. “I said, stop!”

But she didn’t. Breathing hard, Maddy quickened her pace. She made it as far as the next apartment before he caught her arm again. But this time when he spun her around, as if with a mind all its own, her hand—with one daisy-dotted flipflop and one beige sneaker (because damn if she hadn’t grabbed two completely different shoes in her haste to run away) still dangling from her fingers—lashed out. She slapped him full across the cheek.

That blow stopped him and shocked her so badly she dropped both her shoes and her purse. For the second time in one day, the contents scattered. She could hear the tink-tink-tok of a plastic lipstick case bouncing end-over-end off the tiles and into the plant bed, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off him long enough to go looking for it. They stared at one another, her eyes as huge as dinner plates, appalled by what she’d just done. His narrowed, growing dark as thunderclouds while that flush of rosy pinkness lit up the entire left side of his face.

She’d never hit anyone, ever, not once in all her life. The shame of having done so now rocked her, dissolving her anger and leaving her with nothing but that awful shaking to keep her rooted in front of him.

“I’m so terribly sorry!” she whispered, but apologizes couldn’t undo the damage and the next thing she knew, he had them both off the walkway and into the manicured flower bed.

The rough bark of a citrus tree bumped up hard against her back. She caught her breath; there simply wasn’t time for her to do anything else before his mouth crashed down hard upon hers in the most brutal of kisses. He stole her only breath, conquered it and made it his with the same measure of savagery that buckled her rapidly weakening knees. The bruising grip of his hands on her upper arms abandoned her, but only so he could shift his hold. He grabbed her ass just as fiercely, his fingers digging in, scrubbing her up against that tree as he jerked her right off her tiptoes and yanking her hips into hard contact with his.

She caught his shoulders for balance, but instead of finding stability, he lifted her all the way off her feet. She didn’t fall. With the tree at her back, the sheer size of him kept her pinned.

“No,” she panted against his hungry mouth. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

His right hand left her ass, but he didn’t put her down. She barely dropped an inch before it came cracking back into her in a single stinging swat that made her gasp all over again. His next kiss stole that breath too and between the smarting hurt of that spank and the disciplinary squeeze that followed as his fingers dug back into the swells of her bottom, it made her squirm. He hadn’t even told her to turn around first. How could anyone spank so hard without needing a windup first? She almost felt betrayed.

Almost.

His teeth caught her bottom lip, a nip that could so easily have hurt but which never quite went that far. “Call me by my name,” he demanded, still growling, still dark as a storm. The hard jut of his very aroused cock ground through all the layers of their clothes against her pussy, already pulsing, swelling, heating with liquid fire.

She melted. “Dominick…”

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Bound, Spanked and Loved!

I don’t often do this, so when I do you can rest assured you’re getting a good book! There are too many good authors in this collection to let it slip by. I’ll definitely be getting my copy when it comes available!

 

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Title: Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories
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Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine’s always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he’s more than happy to put those hands to use…

Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won’t be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own…no matter the cost.

Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire’s daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn’t take into account one thing–actually–two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won’t hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line…

Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.

Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother’s silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she’s in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.

His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he’s the very man to whom she was betrothed. There’s no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.

Rose’s Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine’s Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally…on her knees.

His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?

Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he’ll have to step it up and take her in hand…the Rod and Cane Society way.

Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine’s Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe’s bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.

Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she’s crazy about can’t be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she’ll learn just how serious David is.

Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist… he’s a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine’s Day.

Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart–and not breaking his own–was something else entirely.

Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?

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Excerpt:

(From Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose)

Alex watched the beautiful burglar wrench her hands against the zip ties.

“Easy, love. Those will dig into your flesh if you struggle.”

He would switch to bondage tape when he had a chance, but for the moment, he didn’t trust the little tigress until he had her immobilized. He flipped her to her back where her bound hands lifted her pelvis.

Damn, that turned him on. She turned him on. Dressed in a skintight black catsuit, her long lean body just wouldn’t quit. Funny how when he’d thought the burglar was male he’d been ready to throttle him. Discovering this beautiful waif breaking into his brother’s safe, though… Well, he still wanted to punish her, but only in the most erotic way.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed his brother Joe. “I caught her.”

“Her?”

His lips stretched into a wolfish smile. His brother would enjoy this one as much as he did. “Mmm hmm. Cutest little cat burglar I’ve ever seen.”

Her cheeks colored in an enchanting blush, and she brought her knees up to kick.

Still holding the phone, he moved swiftly to straddle her, squeezing her legs together between his thighs. Her scent filled his nostrils—sweet, sensual, earthy.

Delicious.

“I’ll be right there.”

“We’ll be waiting.” He hit end and looked down at the struggling thief. “Enough.” He gave her face a light slap—not with any force, just enough to establish dominance.

Her eyes widened in shock, and suddenly her body fought him in a different way, her hips arching, breasts thrusting toward the ceiling.

Oh, hell yeah. She liked being his prisoner. The situation that had been a pain in his ass just became a lot more interesting.

And da-yum, she didn’t appear to be wearing anything under her skintight black ninja clothes. Her nipples poked up under the thin fabric.

It took all his self-control not to pinch them. He gave his head a quick shake to clear it. “What’s your name, ninja girl?”

Author Bios

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of BDSM and kinky, dark-erotic fiction. Contemporary Mff romance, urban fantasy, steampunk, scifi, historical, and erotic parody have all fallen under her pen.

Annabel Joseph is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling BDSM romance author known for her emotionally intense storylines. She writes mainly contemporary romance, although she has been known to dabble in the medieval and Regency eras.

Natasha Knight is a #1 Amazon Bestselling Author in Erotic Sci-fi and a top 10 bestseller in several other categories, including Military Romance, BDSM erotica and Paranormal Erotica. Her books include spanking romance, and, more recently, dark romances.

Trent Evans – Trent Evans is a #1 Amazon best-selling author in Military Romance, along with top 100 spots in several other romance and erotica genres. As both a writer and editor, he specializes in BDSM romance and erotica, his stories often exploring the darker, more intense aspects of power exchange. Though he still thinks of himself as nothing more than a dancing monkey, miraculously, people still pay him for his work.

Alta Hensley is a #1 Amazon best-selling erotic romance author who has had top-selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM and historical. She writes the naughty…and then the cure for it.

Sue Lyndon is a #1 Amazon bestseller in BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica, as well as an Amazon Top 100 Erotic and Science Fiction author. She writes naughty spanking romances in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy.

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Posted by on January 18, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

WIP it up Wednesday

Get ready for another Master of the Castle – Maddy Mine sneak peek! (If this is the first sneak peek you’ve seen on this, it’s probably because you’re not following me on Facebook. Sadly, I am a LOT more active on Facebook than I am here. Bad Maren! No more spankings for you!)

This is from the next Masters of the Castle book, Maddy Mine, which features Master Dominick and our own dear Maddy Cameron because…well…be careful what you wish for. :)

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Legs shaking, Maddy jumped up again and again, Dominick stopped her with a snap of his fingers. Her feet obeyed despite her brain. She wanted so badly to leave and yet she couldn’t make them move until, with even greater authority than before, he pointed to her chair. Something in the way he held his gaze said this was the last time he’d make this request without consequence. Her bottom tingled, apprehension prickling through all the layers of her skin. The longer she stood there, the more that sensation intensified until, hands shaking just a bit, Maddy returned to her chair and sat back down.

“Look at me,” he said, no trace of a smile anywhere about him now.

She tried, but it was very, very hard to hold his stare. Not doing as he ordered, however, was equally hard. The end result was obedience delivered through snatching glances that returned to him only to dart away, again and again, while her hands picked at one another in her lap.

“Do I need to stand you up?” he asked, one finger tapping out a warning along the edge of his plate.

That wasn’t what he was really asking though. What he was really saying, was: Did she want him to flex his authority and make her not just stand but turn around, and bend over, presenting her bottom so he could lay into it with one or two or however many disciplinary swats he thought appropriate when delivered in a venue as public as this one.

Did she want that? Mortification burned her face and all that dreadful tingling that had been playing across the surface of her bottom suddenly relocated, shooting straight down to that shadowy point between her tightly clenched legs. It made her feel scared. It made her feel reckless, too.

“Stand up, sit down,” she grumbled. She ought to keep her mouth shut and she knew it, but she’d long since hit that point of being no longer able to. “Make up your mind, why don’t you? All this up and down is getting boring.”

“Fine.” Dominick tossed his napkin onto the table beside his plate. “Up.”

Maddy stabbed a strawberry with her fork. Otherwise she didn’t move. At least, not until he shoved back his chair and stood up beside her. That was when she noticed the way he was frowning at her and suddenly what he was began to take on ominous undertones. Maddy’s irritation died abruptly. All too late, warning bells began to toll inside her head. “I…I was just kidding.”

“Too bad, because I’m not. Up.” Arms at his sides, the finger of one hand flicked repeatedly at its opposing thumb; the only hint he offered to what he was truly feeling under the expressionless mask he wore. “I’m not going to tell you again, Maddy mine. Obey me, right now, or I’m going to take it to the next level. How badly do you want to go there? You have three seconds to decide.”

When he unhooked the bullwhip from his belt and set it on the table, the bottom fell right out of Maddy’s stomach.

“I’m not going to use that,” he said. She was almost reassured until she noticed he was unbuckling his belt. He pulled it free of his pants before palming the ends. With that length of well-worn leather dangling from his hand, all of Maddy’s earlier irritation disappeared. It was now entirely replaced by panic.

Adjusting his grip above the buckle, he answered her unspoken question with a grim and unapologetic, “Yes. This one, I am going to use.”

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Posted by on January 12, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Beautiful morning!

Good morning! The coffee is brewing, the dogs have been walked and fed, and I’m getting ready to start a full day of nothing but writing. Husband has been booted out the door. I have my ‘Do Not Disturb Unless You’re Bleeding Out the Eyes’ sign on the door. My goal today is set at 2,500 words. I’m a slow writer. That’s a lot for me and considering what day it is, I don’t expect a lot of my fellow authors will be free to join in the writing sprint.

So, in lieu of companionship I’ve got my youtube music list set up. Wanna know which songs have hit my ‘Top Ten to Write to’ list? Sure you do. If you had anything better to do, you wouldn’t be reading this. :)

Here’s my list. 2,500 words of the next Masters of the Castle, written to a lot of coffee and this!

1.) Rob Thomas – Hold On Forever
2.) Meghan Trainer – Lips are Moving
3.) Griffinilla – Creepin’ Towards the Door (FNAF)
4.) The DNC – Feelin’ Good
5.) Meghan Trainer – Bang Dem Sticks
6.) Maroon 5 – Sugar
7.) Santana – Smooth
8.) Sam Smith – I’m Not the Only One
9.) Delta Rae – Dance in the Graveyard
10.) Linda Eder – Bring on the Men!

I’m always on the look out for more music. So if you’ve got the time today and feel up to answering this, put a couple of your favorite songs in the comments. Have a good day today and Happy Holidays no matter what you celebrate!
PEACE_ON_EARTH

 
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