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HOLDING HANDS WITH PALOMA BECK

3/28/2013

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I've never hosted a fellow writer on my blog, but I am so impressed with author Paloma Beck and her new offering, Hold my Hand, that I wanted her to tell us all about it--and about herself.

Paloma Beck is a Romance Author living a life of contradiction... she's a happily married carpooling mom writing erotic romance. It's almost naughty! Paloma writes in both the Contemporary and Paranormal realms, journaling the stories her characters tell her, and they are anything but PG. She dabbles in vampires, witches, ménage, spanking and bdsm - all in her books, of course. Paloma believes a daily dose of espresso and a good book make any day better.

I couldn't agree with her more.

She is currently working on a contemporary romance series about three brothers. Finding Home, book two, will be released sometime in 2013 with Secret Cravings Publishing. She also has a paranormal romance series, The Seven Sin Sisters, contracted with Secret Cravings Publishing, which will be released between August 2012 and August 2013.

She is joining me here today to talk about her new self-published work, Hold my Hand. It is my great pleasure to introduce Paloma Beck.

Thanks to Jade for having me today. It’s an honor to be with a talented author I both read and love as I begin promoting Hold My Hand.

Hold My Hand is my very first self-published book. With my first two series contracted through a publisher, I decided to try something different for my NaNoWriMo project. I wrote most of the book in November 2012 but the origins of the book go back even further… to a poem I wrote in my high school Creative Writing class. I had no idea the poem connected with the story when the heroine first came to me in a dream in the spring of 2012. It’s crazy how this project all fell together. I couldn’t help but focus back on the poem -and the message there- to realize these feelings and this story were inside me for such a long time.


HOLD My HAND

He reaches to Hold My Hand
And I walk into the unknown.
I cling to the possibility
As I escape into the forbidden.
He whispers Hold My Hand
And I lay myself before him.
I hunger for his offering
As I soar to new heights.
He reaches to Hold My Hand
And I am touched by grace.
I am set free through my bonds
As I reach to Hold his Hand.


Hold My Hand is an erotic contemporary BDSM-lite romance about Aubrey, a young woman filled with hurt, and William, a man who can't walk away. They're navigating through a relationship that may have too many hurdles... or perhaps not, as long as she can hold his hand.

Hold My Hand hints at the heroine’s childhood experiences of emotional abuse. Aubrey has been hurt in the past, discouraged and degraded by a heartless father. Still, William sees something in her that won't allow him to walk away. Instantly drawn to her but intuitive enough to take it slowly, he courts her. Then he bargains, persuades and seduces until he ensnares Aubrey with his commanding nature.

Hold My Hand introduces the heroine to domestic discipline. Despite the fight she puts up in accepting William's lifestyle, the bonds he places on Aubrey give her a freedom she desperately needs. In this most unlikely way, together, they heal old wounds and find their perfect love.

Enjoy an EXCERPT ©Paloma Beck, 2013
“Stop right there, little elf, before our fun afternoon turns into a session in obedience. Do not belittle yourself. No more of that,” William held my chin as he spoke. He knew as well as I did that I would’ve ducked my head at the reprimand. He kissed me lightly before whispering, “You’re perfect to me.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t help my response. It was so ingrained in me that I was unworthy that accepting his words as truth was near impossible. William squeezed my jaw enough to be uncomfortable. “Repeat after me,” he said. “I am perfect.”

I pulled back, hoping he’d let me go and knowing at the same time it wasn’t likely. “I can’t.” Tears began to pool in my eyes and I blinked to hold them back.

“I’m going to hold your hand every step of the way until you realize just how perfect you are,” William breathed the words into my ear as one hand remained on my chin while the other stroked my hair. “Now, repeat it. I am perfect.”

The pause was too long and I heard William growl so I whispered, “I am prefect.”

“You are perfect,” he said as he looked into my eyes, “Say it again.”

“I am perfect,” I whispered again, uncomfortable and fidgeting with my hands.

“Louder,” William commanded. His voice wrought with the tone of a man with whom you shouldn’t argue.

“I am perfect,” I said with an indoor voice my kindergarten teacher would approve of.

“You are perfect. Now louder still.”

“Will…” he shook his head and my words immediately stopped.

“Repeat the words, Aubrey, just the words. We’re going to do this until you believe them.”

“I won…” again, he cut my words off with the shake of his head and a stern look.

Tears blurred my sight as I continued to blink them away but succeeded only in pushing them down my cheeks. Once they began to fall, I couldn’t seem to stop them. I wanted so badly to stop them before he became angry with me. I kept my gaze averted. I looked at my feet, afraid of the sight of William mad.

“Look at me,” William used his thumb to pull my chin up again. “Look. At. Me.” His sternly spoken words set me on edge but I followed his command. When my eyes met his, I saw something I couldn’t comprehend. I saw sympathy. I saw understanding. I saw hope. He wasn’t angry but he watched me carefully.

Then he smiled at my surprise.

“I’m not angry with your tears. They’re beautiful to me. But right now, we’re working at you acknowledging that beauty. Repeat after to me. I am perfect.”

I swallowed and when I spoke, my voice was scratchy but audible. “I am perfect.”

William leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. “Again, sweet Aubrey.”

“I am perfect.”
Paloma, that was an amazing excerpt, and I'm looking forward to reading Hold my Hand. Thanks for joining me here, and I hope you'll come back again soon.

Hold My Hand is currently only available through Smashwords but will release at all other major ebook retailers on April 1, 2013. You can check out Aubrey’s Pinterest Board and mark the book as WANT TO READ on Goodreads today!

Connect with Paloma:

WEBSITE http://palomabeck.weebly.com

TUMBLR http://palomabeck.tumblr.com/

BLOG http://RomanceBeckons.blogspot.com

TWITTER https://twitter.com/PalomaBeck

FACEBOOK http://www.facebook.com/PalomaBeckAuthor

PINTEREST http://www.pinterest.com/PalomaBeck

GOODREADS http://www.goodreads.com/PalomaBeck


AMAZON


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A SATURDAY SPANKS SNIPPET #satspanks

3/22/2013

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When it finally comes--that moment you might have fantasized about, the moment you may have pushed for without much conscious effort, the moment you swore you really didn't want--it's quite a shock. Just ask Rowan Delaney.
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He opened the door and pulled Rowan inside. She would pay for this, and she would pay dearly. Vincent Girardi did not suffer fools, and he found that he suffered foolish women even less. The door banged shut under his foot, and after setting his gun down on the side table, he dragged her struggling form into the living room. He did not think he’d met a stupider woman, and if her stupidity did not get her shapely ass killed, he’d gladly do the job. He sat on the arm of the couch and hauled her over his knee.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.

“Let’s test your theory.” He swung his hand back and landed hard over her tightly-encased backside. “Any more thoughts?”

“I am my own woman,” she screeched. “I can do what I want!”
“Oh, really. Well, so can I.” He pulled his hand back and swatted her again.
“Oh! I’m not going to stand for this, Vincent!”
“You won’t be sitting for it, either. Maybe you can levitate.” He swung again, delivering
another stinging smack.

Rowan grunted and attempted to push up off his lap. He gripped her around the waist and
placed her right back into position. She fought, kicked, and squirmed, grasping for escape by any means necessary, all to no avail. She was well and truly caught.

“You can’t do this to me!” she howled.

As mad as Vince was, that particular statement amused him. “I can’t, huh? Holler when the reality of the situation has reached your pea-sized brain.” And with that, he wound up and brought his hand down in a staccato rhythm that shut her up quick.


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COMING TO TERMS COVER REVEAL!

3/21/2013

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Summer means more than fun and sun, rest and relaxation. For the couples in Coming to Terms, vacation presents a chance to connect, and work through important issues in their domestic discipline relationships. From endeavoring to define DD to missing a DD partner to balancing erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking, these stand-alone stories penned by seven authors of spanking fiction cover a broad spectrum of issues commonly encountered in loving DD relationships. Will the obstacles prove too difficult to overcome? Or will each couple emerge from vacation with their relationships revitalized and stronger than ever?

I am thrilled, excited, over-the-moon to be involved in this terrific anthology, along with six of my favorite writers. I am in fine company here. Please visit the rest of my posse. They might have a snippet or two for you.

Tomorrow by  Ana Vitsky
This Moment by  Alta Hensley
With or Without Him by Cara Bristol
Confession Time by Sue Lyndon
Spank and Run by Renee Rose
Reconnecting by Celeste Jones
Days with You by Jade Cary



DAYS WITH YOU

All of your favorites from  The Point of it All (including Val, in flashbacks) return in this heartrending short story about love and loss, and about keeping dreams, and hope, alive.

Diana Kenyon-Rios arrives in Chile for the Christmas holidays--her first after losing her husband, Val. As she prepares to celebrate the holidays in Val's home country, she reminisces on her short but wonderful relationship and marriage to Val, and how she tried to come to terms with his...way. Not exactly a DD lifestyle in the truest sense, but let's face it--Val liked to spank an ass. Why? And why did Diana allow it? Did she benefit? Did he? Did it define their life, or did it take up a small, but not insignificant part of their relationship?

And as Diana attempts to reconcile his death with the life she must lead now, something keeps her from fully accepting that he is gone.  She feels him in her bones so deeply, it is as if he is still alive Through intimate talks with friends and reminiscences, she finds a way to hold on to the greatest love she will ever know.

But will her dreams be enough?

He throws his head back and laughs. His laugh at once chills and renews her. It also has the ability to enrage her, like now.

            “Don’t you dare laugh at me!  Don’t you dare!” She hurls a ceramic pig he had won for her at a street carnival during their first trip to Chile. She likes pigs. It narrowly misses his head, but he does not flinch.

            Val smiles, but his eyes are sad. “Oh, Diana. Sweetheart.” His eyes have a way of crinkling at the edges when he smiles. It was one among many of his endearing qualities.

            “You left me.” Calm. “You just left!” Hysterical. “I go days where I…don’t know where I am,” she finishes with a whisper. Her sobs keep her from formulating words to her liking.

            He does not move. “I know that you do not want apologies. But…I’m sorry. I am, querida. I’m sorry I left before you were ready.”

            “I begged you not to go.”

            “I had to. I had to go.”

            “I will never understand that. I will never understand why. I will never forgive you.”

            “You will, lady wife. You will do all of those things.”

            Diana sits on the edge of their bed. “Why do I feel you next to me at night? I still smell you, like you just came out of the shower.”

            “I will always be here for you.”

            “Bullshit! You’re not here. I can’t hold you, I can’t kiss you, I can’t aggravate you into a good, old-fashioned chase, a quickie slap and tickle, can I? Can I, Val?”

            “No, sweetheart, you can’t.”

            “God, sometimes the ache is so deep I fear I won’t survive it, Val. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you!” She lunges at his image and swings wildly, connecting with nothing.

            “If I could manage it, I would spank you. One more time, long and hard. You would have that coming, right about now.”

            Light streams in through the window, and he disappears.

            “I’d give anything for that,” she says, pulling the covers over herself against the early morning chill. “Anything.”

COMING TO TERMS  May 15, 2013 from Lazy Day
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IT'S HERE!

3/13/2013

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The wait is over! I am proud to announce that my new novel, BELLA ROSA, is now available on Amazon Kindle.

Enjoy, and let me know how you like it.



This is the city.

Murder and violence is all in a day’s work for Lieutenant Vincent Girardi. But there is something about this murder that doesn’t add up. When a piece of paper with an address written on it is found at the crime scene, Vince believes that perhaps this victim wasn’t the intended target.

Dr. Rowan Delaney is biding her time. In less than a week she will give testimony that will rid her of a painful past once and for all, and grant her and her two children the freedom she has been seeking for years. When Lieutenant Vincent Girardi and his partner show up at her door to question her about the murdered woman across the street, and then suggest that she may have been the intended target, she refuses all help or protection, intending to fulfill her obligation in front of the Grand Jury without interference from anyone—including the handsome cop darkening her doorstep.

But the Lieutenant has other plans. He is convinced the pretty doctor was the intended victim, and he is determined to find out why, starting with Rowan’s absentee husband, head of a notorious drug cartel. Vince is determined to see the woman and her children safe; Rowan is determined to start her life over—after her testimony.

Can Vince protect her without his feelings for her getting in the way? And can Rowan accept his care, along with a heavy dose of hubris and alpha dominance, without losing herself in the process?

And will their growing love be enough to save them from the evil that will not take no for an answer?

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BELLA ROSA COMES OUT TOMORROW!

3/12/2013

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I am as excited as I can be about this! Here's a snippet (I love those sassy ladies).

She leaned down and kissed his mouth, slipping her hand under his arm and between the folds of the towel as she did. “This shit stops now.”

Her words bitch-slapped him and some of the fog lifted. The boat rocked slightly as the ocean’s current moved underneath and around. Depending on where the boat is anchored, it can either be sitting still or rocking. Vince did not have any idea what Castillo knew about boats, except that he owned this one, if not while he was living with Rowan, then now. He guessed the SOLD sign that sat in the window when he and Ro had come aboard last night had something to do with Castillo. He got aboard somehow.

Vince heard male voices, and guessed both Castillo and Junior were outside together. To the casual observer, this would be the time to make a move. When the victims are separated from the victimizers, things can become unbalanced, so maybe you make the move. But it sure as shit would not be Rowan’s doing.

His left hand grabbed up her wrist in a grip worthy of the healthiest man, and his face grew hard as stone. “No. No you don’t.”

“Let me handle this,” she hissed. “I won’t lose you to him.”

“This is not your job,” he growled. “This is not what you do.” Vince turned his head so he could see the two men more clearly, outside, in an obvious disagreement over something. Yes. This was the time to move.

“This will not go well for you,” he whispered. “Back off now.” His face was red with rage. Rowan fingered the pink sapphire necklace that rested easy between her breasts and hidden under her shirt. She recalled its meaning, and what she had agreed to. The man was not wrong. She was the last person who should be wielding a gun at anyone, but she was determined to see this nightmare ended and Vince in the hospital where he belonged. She would handle him and his sour temper easily enough once he was under hospital care. Men became quite vulnerable when donning a gown with no back, and tubes sticking out of their arms.

“How dare you threaten me,” she snipped. “And besides, you’re in no condition to do much of anything to anyone.”

“The time to make a move is now.”
“I know that.”
“Not you. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” she hissed, “And if you get hurt I will kill you!”


“Get downstairs with the kids.”

“No. No, I won’t do that.” Wisely, Rowan let go of the gun and repositioned the towel under Vince’s arm.

He scooted into a more advantageous position and gave the towel under his arm another tug. “I’m keeping track of how many times you argue with me, lady.”

“Oh, spare me.”

“That...” He winced in pain. “That is something I will not be doing when the time comes.”

“You’re hallucinating. Rest.” She kissed him on the mouth and moved into a position to stand when a single shot rang out.




BELLA ROSA

This is the city.

Murder and violence is all in a day’s work for Lieutenant Vincent Girardi. But there is something about this murder that doesn’t add up. When a piece of paper with an address written on it is found at the crime scene, Vince believes that perhaps this victim wasn’t the intended target.

Dr. Rowan Delaney is biding her time. In less than a week she will give testimony that will rid her of a painful past once and for all, and grant her and her two children the freedom she has been seeking for years. When Lieutenant Vincent Girardi and his partner show up at her door to question her about the murdered woman across the street, and then suggest that she may have been the intended target, she refuses all help or protection, intending to fulfill her obligation in front of the Grand Jury without interference from anyone—including the handsome cop darkening her doorstep.

But the Lieutenant has other plans. He is convinced the pretty doctor was the intended victim, and he is determined to find out why, starting with Rowan’s absentee husband, head of a notorious drug cartel. Vince is determined to see the woman and her children safe; Rowan is determined to start her life over—after her testimony.

Can Vince protect her without his feelings for her getting in the way? And can Rowan accept his care, along with a heavy dose of hubris and alpha dominance, without losing herself in the process?

And will their growing love be enough to save them from the evil that will not take no for an answer?

** THIS BOOK IS A ROMANCE/SUSPENSE THAT CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT WITHIN A LOVING RELATIONSHIP, INCLUDING DOMINATION AND THE NON-CONSENSUAL SPANKING OF AN ADULT FEMALE **


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BELLA ROSA BOOK COVER

3/8/2013

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One of the most exciting gifts an author receives prior to their book's release is the cover art. That the publisher worked so hard to capture the book's essence for the cover is simply amazing, and much appreciated.

I love this cover, for so many reasons. I hope you love it, too.

Thank you, Lazy Day.


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SYMBOLS OF SUBMISSION

3/6/2013

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I was having a discussion recently with a friend, and the topic was submission. It was a revealing conversation, since I had known this guy my whole life and had no idea we shared, um...that. He was sharing with me how much he wanted this dynamic with his wife, Em, but he felt strongly that she wasn't interested, and furthermore, he felt they couldn't have a conversation about it--at least not at this time.  "What I'd love to do," he said, "Is give her something...a piece of jewelry, maybe, that she could put on when she wants to give herself to me fully. Then I would know; then I wouldn't make the mistake of going in a direction she's not interested in going."

I was floored. "What a beautiful idea," I said. Imagine, donning a symbol of your uninhibited submission. I imagined receiving such a gift from my beloved, and just the act of putting it on would put me in a submissive state. Then I saw an ideal where eventually I would wear it all the time. This discussion, and many more like it, forced me to look at submission as an idea outside of the usual BDSM arena, which I am not into, nor is my friend. I admitted to him that I have certain submissive tendencies, though, and what he was suggesting felt safe to me.


Not long after this conversation, I was in the middle of writing a pivotal love scene for my upcoming Romance/Suspense novel, Bella Rosa, and I found myself at an impasse. My characters, Vince and Rowan, were easing in to a dynamic in their relationship, but I was unsure of how to handle it. It was important to me that, while Vince had certain needs, that they not be forced on Rowan. Yet, in order to have a truly honest connection with her, these needs needed to be honored. It was then that the discussions D and I had came back to me. I came up with what I consider one of the best scenes in the book.

“Ro, I don’t want to hold too tight. I don’t want to drive you away.” He saw the tears pop into her eyes like something had burst.

“Oh, sweetie...”

“No, let me finish. I want you to come to me. I want to give you what you need, and I don’t want my needs to overshadow yours. I need control, I need to protect you, I need to lead. I know I’m asking a lot.” He reached for his jacket and pulled out the box.

“I was saving this for another time – I didn’t know when – but it’s taken on new meaning for me now.” He handed the box to her.

She held the black velvet, five-by-seven-inch box in her hands, her mouth open, her eyes moist. She lifted the lid, the hinge creaking faintly. Vince watched her face as she took in the jeweled, drop Y-necklace, the silver-linked chain dotted with pink sapphires halfway up both sides. Another chain dropped down from that, also encrusted with white pave diamonds and pink sapphires coming together through the loop at the top of a paddle-shaped pendant. The focal point, a two-and-a-half carat pink sapphire, was surrounded by tiny pink and white Swarovsky crystals, dark pink around the sapphire, fading to light pink, and to white up the handle of the ‘paddle.’ The necklace was long; he wanted the sapphire to rest between her breasts.

“Oh, Vincent.” She took the necklace out of the box and held it up. It glimmered in the dim light of the room. His heart pounded. He wanted so much for her to love it, and he wanted her to accept it on the terms he’d decided on only a few moments ago. He cupped her hand and they held the piece up together.

“It’s simply stunning. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. My God, it must have cost...”

“Shhhh. I won’t discuss that, nor is it your concern. I want you to take this from me as my commitment to you, that you come first.” He caressed her face. “Ro, I want you to put this on whenever you feel like offering your submission to me. I’ll take it as a sign you’re ready for me to lead, to take charge. It doesn’t have to be about sex, but I’ll expect at times it will be, and I’ll take you my own way then. But, to me, this means more than sex. I know what I need, but I’m not going to suck what I need out of you. I want it only if you’re willing to give it freely. Wear this and I’ll know you trust me enough to take care of you in all ways.”

“I’m overwhelmed,” she whispered, tears now streaming down her face. “You overwhelm me.”

“Please put it on me. I want to wear it right now.”

“Do you understand what I’m asking with this?”

“Yes. I’ll wear it to honor you, love.”

He smiled. “Damn,” he whispered. He kissed her deep, slow.
Vincent’s sensuous mouth was making her almost too week to stand.
He held the necklace in his hand, the delicacy of the piece resting against his dark skin was almost as sensual as the piece itself. Rowan was spent with emotion. The gift, and the idea behind it, was beautiful, yet that description did not do it justice.

A symbol that gave him permission to be who he was, and that gave her permission to give herself to him, a gift she did not mind giving him, even when over his knee with her bottom bare.

“Gonna have you, babe. Gonna take you tonight, gonna own you. And I’ll put this on you when I’m ready. Understood?”

“Yes, honey. I understand.” She took a deep breath and settled into her role. She’d soaked her panties at his threat in the restaurant, and her body continued to betray her now. His voice, raspy and low when he went ‘Dom’ on her, had her almost convulsing. She was so ready for him. She wanted him so bad, yet it was not up to her tonight. Nothing was up to her tonight.

Thanks for this, kiddo. Thanks for the friendship, for the talks, for the laughs, and for the love. This one's for you.
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