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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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February 10th, 2013

2/11/2013

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When love is new, or when attraction between two passionate people is so great that you can cut the tension with a knife, it is easy to get caught up in a moment, perhaps even the moment. You find yourself in a situation you didn't anticipate. Sparks  and pheromones are flying, and suddenly you are caught--caught in the moment, caught in the rapture, caught in a snare, caught with your pants down. Uh huh.

Those are some teachable moments, certainly. Sometimes those moments can be the grandest examples of foreplay. Other times they turn into mistakes of epic proportions, all because you failed to read the tea leaves.

Rowan Delaney and Vince Girardi, the heroine and hero in my forthcoming novel, BELLA ROSA, find themselves in just this situation...well, really it's Rowan who has misjudged the situation--big time.

Will she regret her impulsiveness, or will this turn into the grandest foreplay?


She sat on his bed in the cool room bathed in morning light, with a mug of coffee in her hands. The digital clock on his nightstand read 8:30.

            “Good morning,” she said.

            He blinked a few times, then squinted up at her. “Good morning. Are you okay?” His voice was deep with sleep and, she guessed, surprise.

            “Yes, fine.”

            “Good.” He quirked a brow. “Did you lose your way to the bathroom?”

            “No. I brought you coffee.” She set his cup down on the oak nightstand next to his bed.

            “I see.” His confusion was not waning. “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”   
                   She looked down at the white oxford cloth shirt that clearly belonged to him. “Uh huh.”

            “And where did you get it?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

            “The floor.”

            “My floor?” He reached for his coffee.

            “Uh huh,” she said, looking around. “You should pick up your things.”

            “Thank you, mom.” He sipped from the mug of steaming brew. “Where are your clothes?”

            “My room, probably.”

            “Then why are you wearing mine?”

            “I got cold.”

            “You got cold?”

            “Uh huh.”

            He scratched his head. “May I ask what you were wearing when you came in here?”

            “You may.”

            He chuckled. “Okay…what were you wearing when you came in here?”

            “Nothing.”

            “I see.” His mouth curled into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If you’re looking for trouble, Delaney, you’ve come to the right place.”           

            She smirked right back. “You go to church, Lieutenant?”

            He arched a brow. “No.”

            “Well, you’ve got a steeple growing under your sheets.”

            His eyes narrowed into slits, then darkened. A lock of hair fell over his forehead, and the dim light of the new morning played off the angles of his face, and off the ridges of his toned chest and arms. The sheet that covered him twitched periodically. A dark quilt lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. The furnace hummed as it came awake for the first time. The fire from last night and the masculine smell of a newly awake man invaded her senses. His full mouth invited her in—on the joke, for the kill, or for a kiss; she was not quite sure. She awoke determined to kick-start…something. She didn’t know what. She questioned now the wisdom of early-morning thinking.

            “What are you doing, Ro”

            “I—I brought you coffee.”

            He stared at her, and then his face changed. “You want me to fuck you, Delaney, because I can do that. I can pull you into this bed, part your sweet legs and split you in two, take you to a place you’ve never been before, and that’s a guarantee. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. If that’s what you’re after, then say the word, and I’m there. But, if you’ve come in here to toy with me, see how nuts you can make me, then sit back and smile because you’ve won your little power trip for the day, then we’re going to have a different discussion, and it’ll be one you won’t like.”

            Crimson heat shrouded her body. Her mouth dropped open, and she snapped it closed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

            “Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s what you need.” A mixture of lust and fury etched his face. He sat up, his legs stretched out in front of him, his back ramrod straight. “You’ve been begging for a spanking since the day I met you. Maybe it’s time I gave it to you.”

            “I beg your…what?”

            His hand shot out and caught Rowan’s arm just above her elbow. Her eyes flew open in shock. She tried to pull away, her coffee sloshing in her free hand, hot liquid burning her knees and staining his shirt. He tightened his grip on her arm, and they locked eyes. A gamut of emotions raced through her brain, then took the usual detour south—anger, fear, embarrassment, lust; it was all there.

            “What, you’re taking umbrage now? You are not a teenager, and I am not a boy. You came in here looking for something, and now you’re going to get it. Either way you decide to roll is fine with me, but we’re going to roll. Now, decide.” He paused, piercing her with a stinging glare, lust and anger etched on his face. The notion she’d had that maybe not making the first move on a man like him had been the right notion, came crashing to reality at his words. “In here with me, or I’m going to turn you over my knee and blister your bare ass. I’m not playing. Time to put up or go over.”

            “You’re insane,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse and weak.

            “No, lady, I’m quite sane.” Then his voice dropped an octave and a few decibels. “One…two…”


BELLA ROSA
Available in March, published by Lazy Day


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 discovers 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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LOVE SPANKS

2/8/2013

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Welcome to Love Spanks 2013!  Would you like to win a Kindle Fire or Nook Color (donated by Blushing Books), a $40 gift certificate to Loose Id (donated by Loose Id and Cara Bristol), a $15 gift certificate to Amazon (donated by Stormy Night Publications), or a book bundle (donated by Stormy Night Publications)?

For updates and the complete list of information, please see the main contest page.

Here is a quick rundown of THE RULES:

    •  Visit each blog between Saturday, February 9th and Sunday, February 10th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
  
 •   Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.
  
 •   If you have visited all the blogs, visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
 Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 10th!!
   
•   If you successfully completed the Spank or Treat challenge and were notified by Ana, you may add “VIP” to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  
 •   Visit any of the participating blogs on Valentine’s Day to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?


FREE BOOKS!
As an extra treat, all Love Spankers are eligible for free books!  (Donated by Lazy Day Publishing)
    •    Of Yesterday by Alta Hensley
    •    To Love a Woman by Jade Cary
    •    Rules of War by Sue Lyndon
    •    Casting by Liz Borino
    •    Deep in the Heat of Texas by Amy le Blanc, Melissa Ecker, and Alta Hensley

All you have to do is visit each blog and respond to the story question in the comments section below. Good luck to you!



Here is Jade Cary's Love Spanks story. It is an excerpt from my forthcoming novel, BELLA ROSA, due out March 13 from Lazy Day.



The big man confused her. She was usually good at reading men, and then getting them to do her bidding was a snap. She was confident in her charm, and used it to her advantage when she had to. Being married to a man like Cruz Castillo had forced her to stoop to a level at which she was never comfortable, but she did it to survive. The big cop standing in the middle of her living room was an enigma. He was a man of few words, and he was wound tighter than a concert viola. She could smell something in him ready to boil over, and once it reached the surface, she wanted to be somewhere out of the country. He was unashamedly alpha, and a man like him had no idea what they did to a woman like her. He wasn’t dumb by any stretch, and she’d made the mistake of underestimating him a few times since this ordeal began. The last time it cost her a bit of her dignity.

            Yesterday had been a restless one. She needed to get out. She announced to Lieutenant Girardi that she was going shopping.

            “Good. I’ll get one of the officers to go with you.”

            “That won’t be necessary, Lieutenant. I’m fine on my own.”

            “You’re not going alone. When you’re ready, let me know.” He had walked out of the house. Frustrated, she had gone out to the patio and fumed. Then she saw him walk down the beach, away from the house. She gathered her keys and her shopping list and went through the laundry room to the garage. She got in to her red Corvette, lowered the convertible top and started the engine. She opened the garage door with the automatic opener and began to back out. Then she slammed on the brakes because, standing right behind her, hands firmly planted on his hips, was Lieutenant Vincent Girardi. She had almost run him down.

            He stood there, unmoving, a dark look in his eyes the likes of which she’d never seen on a live person. He remained that way until she threw the car in drive and eased it back inside the garage. Before she got the car door open, he followed her into the garage. With the press of a button, the garage door came down. He stood next to the car and glared at her, then he moved only slightly when she stomped past him and into the kitchen.

            He entered behind her and closed the door as she slammed her keys down on the counter. The door to the microwave oven stood open. She slammed it in great dramatic flair. It popped back open. He walked up to her and stood so close she brushed against him when she turned to face him.

            “I want to go shopping. I am not a prisoner.”

            “Give me a list and I’ll send someone. What happened to your unwavering cooperation?”

            “I never said unwavering.”

            “My mistake.” His glare was fierce.

            “I want to go shopping by myself.” She tried to move past him and instead slammed into his arm, outstretched like a two-by-four impeding her momentum. One corner of his mouth turned up in that sexy, infuriating smile of his, but this time the humor went no further. She met his eyes with equal fury—she hoped.

            “You having a hard time, Ro?” he growled. Synapses began firing at alarming speed, culminating in a mass of tingles down her body. No one but her closest friends and family called her Ro. What the hell was wrong with her?

            “I understand that—I do,” he continued. “Confined to the house while a killer runs loose, not able to go shopping on your own. I’m sorry your freedom has been curtailed.”

            She wanted to slap him. She glared at him, fury making it hard to think.

            “You want to have a temper tantrum, I’ll carry you upstairs and put you in your room. You can have your tantrum there, where your children won’t witness their mother falling apart over grocery shopping. And you’ll stay there until I say you can come out.”

            She felt a hot flush rise from her chest and infuse her face. She was mortified, and not just a little turned on. “You sonofabitch, how dare you!”

            “Your six year old is handling this better than you are,” he continued.

            Now, that was hitting below the belt. “You pompous…!”

            Vince stuck a finger in her face. “You wanna talk about pompous, babe…”

            In that instant, Rowan clamped down, trapping his finger between her teeth. She did it without thinking. Her tongue brushed the tip of his thick digit, the taste salty and rough. Her eyes flew open in shock over her instinctual reaction to his Neanderthal posturing. His face shifted from stunned immobility to instant fury, causing her to clamp down harder, when her intent was to let him go. And through it all, he kept his finger still between her teeth. His eyes narrowed, causing his brows to knit into one, long fuzzy black line. His jaw tightened, his mouth set in a hard white line. His reaction to her disobedience and subsequent hissy fit had been shocking and unexpected, given how little they knew each other—yet Rowan was surprised by none of it. He was a man ungroomed in the art of dealing with a temperamental woman, and a man like that could prove quite dangerous—or quite pliable. She was stuck for the moment on which category he fell into. The normally buttoned-up uniform he wore—crème-colored dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, the charcoal slacks, the matching jacket tossed casually over one piece or another of her furniture, and his ever-present gun encased in a holster under his armpit, looked decidedly more rumpled today, and Rowan chalked it up to the sudden shift in the air, that swift and sure tilt off its axis the earth just experienced at her loss of control, and sanity.

            Babe.

            How fucking dare he!

            With his finger still clamped between her teeth, he grabbed her jaw with his thumb and remaining fingers, and applied just enough pressure to force her to open her mouth. Her teeth came off his dactyl with a pop. He held her face in his large hand, and took one step toward her.

            “I think,” he said, forming his words carefully in a tone low and quiet, “that in your case, a spanking might be more appropriate.” His hand tightened on her jaw. “Would you like me to take you upstairs and give you a good spanking, Rowan?”

            She closed her eyes and promptly soaked her panties. Whose fucking side are you on? she raged at her traitorous body. She willed her nipples to stop groaning against her C-cup, and the tingling to cease and desist farther south. His grip on her jaw was a gesture of supreme dominance that made her body involuntarily convulse. Her reaction to his words—to this whole sordid scene, really—was as shocking to her as it must have been to him, because when she opened her eyes, he was smiling. Now, menacing came to mind. His look was feral, and his eyes danced. She wanted to slap him; she wanted to kiss him. She wanted for the last five days to have never happened so that Vincent Girardi could remain one of those unmet, only-dreamed-of men who fucked her senseless in her best and favorite fantasies. Instead, he was right here, smelling good, and looking even better. Still, she couldn’t let this go. After all, Gloria Steinem and Bella Abzug were counting on her. She had to represent.

            “You domineering, supercilious, baboon’s ass…!”

            The pressure on her jaw increased ever so slightly, and then his nostrils flared. “You’ve exceeded your daily quota for name calling, babe,” he whispered. “Another word and I’ll turn you over my knee.”

            The air once again ceased moving, as if God himself had stopped breathing. She could relate to the feeling. His eyes were dark now, and not the bright cerulean of three seconds ago when this was fun, when his eyes danced, when his mouth turned up, when her butt tingled at the idea that this man was just the opposite of pliable. The door on the microwave stood open, a cruel reminder that her lame attempt at a proper temper tantrum was halted like a bird who mistakes a window for open air and freedom, only to be struck numb by an unseen barrier. The cupboards needed refinishing. The heat from the dishwasher filled the room with moist air and chemical soap, which did not, for a moment, mask the smell of him—clean as citrus, musky as rage. The light filtered through the skylight in the ceiling as a cloud passed over the sun. A ladybug sat on this shoulder in stark contrast against his light shirt, unaware that the man underneath was close to throttling her.

            She managed to breathe, then she pulled out of his grip. She spun away from him and banged out of the kitchen without a word, grateful to whatever gods existed that he did not grab at her, or try to stop her.

            Rowan smiled at the memory now, while he loomed somewhere behind her, sucking all the air out of the room. Good lord, that was amazing, she mused for about the millionth time.

            Vince looked at the lady sitting on the couch trying to ignore him. Yeah, babe. I can play that, too. He recalled the scene yesterday in her kitchen when he almost took leave of his senses and spanked her ass for her.

            He stood in the empty kitchen with teeth marks in his pointer, and a hard-on the likes of which he hadn’t had in years. The grip she’d had on his finger was not hard, but he felt it nevertheless. His first instinct was to yank his finger back, and then follow up with a good, old-fashioned arm lock and a chokehold, as he had been trained to do. A sound cuffing of hands behind her back and a rough plunk-down into the backseat of a cruiser would punctuate the scene to his liking. She was assaulting a police officer, plain and simple. That nerves and probably fear had caused her to increase the pressure had him worried that one false move on his part would lose him half his trigger finger. She was a beautiful woman, and he could certainly appreciate her fire—given that he was a normal, red-blooded man who liked a fiery woman. But Christ, she was spoiled. He’d pushed some buttons, which pleased him no end. He wondered how many more he could push. Maybe he could actually get himself pulled off this glorified babysitting job. Hardly. He was having too much fun, all of a sudden. How close had he come, really, to upending her? He imagined how her round ass would feel under his hand, her squeals of indignation fueling him on to spank her until she couldn’t sit for a month of Sundays. Then he’d stand her back on her feet and kiss her until she came. The scenario would haunt him until the day he could extricate himself from this gorgeous spitfire, and then long after. He’d slammed the microwave oven door closed. This time it stayed shut.

            An hour later she had wandered down the stairs and found him on the patio, staring out at the ocean. She waved a white dishtowel out the door, and when he laughed, she came outside and sat with him in silence. After a while, a meek ‘Sorry’ escaped her lips, and then it was over.

            And in that moment he’d never wanted to kiss anyone as much as he’d wanted to kiss Doctor Rowan Delaney.

            While he had been livid yesterday, he smiled at the memory now. She was a damn pretty lady. That wasn’t good, him thinking she was pretty. Him thinking anything at all about Miss Delaney wasn’t good. A certain mindset was needed to protect her and her kids, and that certain mindset was non-existent at the moment. A different day, under different circumstances…

            “Rowan.”

            She looked up from her reading and smiled.

            “A moment?”

            She stood and followed him out in to the hall.

            “I’m going to take a walk around the house, make sure everything is okay, and then I’m going to take off. Are you going to be alright?”

            She nodded. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

            “Yes, fine. I’ve got a little more work to do back at the station,” he lied. How could he tell her that he needed to get away from her so he could think, so he could concentrate on getting her through the weekend alive? He found that he was very attracted to her, and this was something he had to get over if he was going to get a killer off the streets. “I’ll send one of the officers in with you until you turn in, okay?”

            “Sure.”

            “I’m sorry. I hope you understand,” he said to her.

            “Yeah, sure, of course,” was all she said.

            Later that night, as he took Stacey Cash for a third time, his thoughts never left the lady doctor back on Beach Drive.



STORY QUESTION:  If you were a friend of this couple, how would you respond to their argument?


Blurb for 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 discovers 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 **


Participating Authors:

Adaline Raine
Alta Hensley
Anastasia Vitsky 
Cara Bristol

Celeste Jones

Claire Colinsgrove

Constance Masters

Emma K. Gardner
Jade Cary
Korey Mae Johnson
Patty Devlin 

Renee Rose
Starla Kaye 

Sue Lyndon


For updates and the complete list of information, please see the main contest page.

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February 01st, 2013

2/2/2013

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Our friends over at The Saturday Spanking Blog sure know how to start the weekend off right. Authors from all over TTWD-Land are posting 6-8 sentences from their books or WIPs. This one is from my soon-to-be-published novel, BELLA ROSA, coming March 13, 2013. Here goes:


Her heart stopped thumping and fell to her knees. It wasn’t as if she’d never imagined cozying up to him, because she had. He was so beautiful, especially now, with those blue eyes on her, so intense and intent on getting what he wanted. The man spoke his wants and needs as if they were a given, that to deny him this was something he probably couldn’t imagine. It was called hubris, and he had a ton of it. A man like him could be dangerous, yet she felt no danger from him. She knew that if she agreed to go with him, she would be in his bed by dark, and it would mean something to her. She felt like it would mean something to him, too, yet she had no way of knowing that.
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ANNOUNCING...

1/25/2013

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COMING TO TERMS

An anthology of short stories written by some of your favorite authors!
FROM
  Lazy Day Publishing
Publication: May 2013

Blurb for COMING TO TERMS

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?

OUR WONDERFUL CONTRIBUTING AUTHORS:

Alta Hensley

Anastasia Vitsky


Cara Bristol


Celeste Jones


Renee Rose


Sue Lyndon




I AM HONORED to be part of this wonderful anthology published by Lazy Day! My short story, titled Days With You, begins with Diana Kenyon-Rios, from The Point of it All, arriving in Chile for the Christmas holidays--her first after losing 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?



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“Val, I have to check my schedule. I’ll come if I can.” She holds the back of her hand against his smooth face. His hair has been freshly cut in a style she loves on him. The cream-colored sweater he wears over faded blue jeans is one of her favorite looks on him—casual, yet elegantly understated. His blue eyes pierce her with longing. God, how she loves this man. He is everything she ever dreamed she wanted. She smiles to herself at the notion of loving him this way, this much, a year ago when she was in Mexico and he’d been hired to rescue her. She didn’t care much for his macho, highhanded ways back then, but she has learned to appreciate most of his ways now. He is sexy and romantic and no-nonsense, and he loves her beyond reason, and she knows it. He had been hard on her during their short time together in Mexico, then after, as they settled into a life together. That has not changed much. She has had to reconcile herself to life with a man who sees nothing wrong with putting her over his knee for a spanking when he feels she needs it—and since their reconciliation in San Diego, at Basil and Genoveva’s wedding, he apparently feels she needs it often. Most of the time it is playful and sexy, but a couple of times the sessions have been anything but. He is protective and very clear about safety issues, given what he did for a living, and as his wife, as he so chauvinistically put it, she would place her safety and health at the top of her priorities, or she would suffer the consequences. She does not test him on safety issues, but she has defied him and played the shrew enough times to know what those actions cost.

A trip to Denver wouldn’t be so bad. She could sight-see in town, and meet up with him after his whateveritwas he was there to do. Spending time with him, no matter where or when, is what she enjoys most.

“Alright, babe?” she says. “I’ll come if I can.”

“Good enough.”

They talk little while they walk, preferring the gentle noises of the wind and the forest thawing to their own voices. They hear the noises of someone walking in the snow, and they turn in time to see Bas enter through a clump of trees.

“Val, I just got a call from Goldman...hi, D.”

“Hi, Bas.” She clings to Val’s arm while Basil speaks. Genoveva will arrive later this evening. Diana can’t wait to see her.

“Marquez is going to trial and they’re going to want testimony, especially from Diana.”

Val’s eyes turn black. “Diana…?” he turns to her. “Why?”

“Uh…” Bas catches the fear in Diana’s eyes. He has said too much.

“If you had no dealings with him, like I requested of you, then why do you need to testify?”

“Look, uh…” Bas begins again.

“Leave us,” Val says, never taking his eyes off Diana.

“Shit…” Bas mumbles. “Diana, I’m…”

“Leave us, please, Bas.”

She stands, now, arms crossed and defiant. She is a doctor, and she treats people. She does not have the luxury, like he does, of deciding who is worthy and who is not.

“I’m a doctor, Val…”

He holds up his hand. “No. We discussed this…”

“No, you discussed this!”

“And you agreed. I expressed my point of view about his man, and about this particular case, and I told you I did not want you involved, did I not?”

“You did, but…”

“And you promised me you would let this one go, let another renowned surgeon deal with him, and his ilk…is that not correct, jovencita?”

Uh oh.

“Did you, or did you not promise me you would pawn him off on someone else, so that I would not have to worry that one day we’d smell him again in our lives?”

He is furious. His hands are on his hips, his legs apart for balance, and he is so angry he is sputtering.

She looks down at her shoes.

“Diana?”

She shakes her head and looks around—anywhere but at him.

“Did you make me a promise, jovencita, then fail to keep it?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

He narrows his eyes. “I shall await your explanation.”

“How could I have promised you something I’d done already?”

“Mande?”

“I’d done the surgery already when you asked me not to. It was done.”

He stares at her for a long time before speaking again. “Then why didn’t you tell me that at the time?”

“I didn’t want to deal with you. You were so adamant that I not get involved…”

He speaks slowly now, his tone firm, his resolve set. “Yes, I was adamant, and for good reason.” He moves past her a few feet to a large bush dusted with snow. He snaps off a branch and turns to her. “So, you prefer, then, to deal with me now.” He pulls the small leaves off the green, smooth bough, thick as her middle finger on the end he held in his hand, and half the thickness at the other.

She shakes her head and backs away.

“Take your pants down.”

No. She shakes her head. No. No way.

“I said take your pants down. Now.”


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LOVE SPANKS!

1/8/2013

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Indeed it does! Yes, we're having another blog hop, and you are going  to LOVE IT!

What better way to say, “I love you” than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Spank or Treat, the Spanking Fiction Authors’ group has returned to bring you a collective Valentine’s Day spanking story extravaganza.  It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults! 

Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!


  • Kindle Fire or Nook Color (winner’s choice)!
    (donated by Blushing Books)

  • $40 gift certificate to Loose Id!
    (donated by Loose Id and Cara Bristol)

  • $15 gift certificate to Amazon!
    (donated by Stormy Night Publications)
  • A Book Bundle including:
    The Knight's Prisoner by Renee Rose
          Marked by the Alpha by Adaline Raine
          My House, My Rules by Constance Masters
          Two by Day, Three by Night by Breanna Hayse
          Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Stories by Renee Rose and Korey               Mae Johnson
       (donated by Stormy Night Publications)

FREE BOOKS!

As an extra treat, ALL Love Spankers are eligible for free books!  (Donated by Lazy Day Publishing)

  • Of Yesterday by Alta Hensley
  • To Love a Woman by Jade Cary
  • Rules of War by Sue Lyndon
  • Deep in the Heat of Texas by Amy le Blanc, Melissa Ecker, and Alta Hensley

Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!  Prizes range from $5-25 gift certificates for books or sex toys (what a great combination!), kinky accessories, and a custom-written short-short story!

What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?  ;)

Here are the rules:

  1. Visit each blog between the Saturday, February 9th and Sunday, February 10th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
  2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.  You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
  3. If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize. 
    Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 10th!!
  4. If you successfully completed the Spank or Treat challenge and visited all 12 blogs, you may add "VIP" to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  5. Visit any of the participating blogs on Valentine’s Day to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?
For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit: http://governingana.wordpress.com/2013/01/08/love-spanks-2013/


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AN HOMAGE TO A FIRST BORN

12/13/2012

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Those of us who have written something and then were lucky enough to have the work published, know what it's like to set your first baby free. It is a day we never forget, a day we hold close to our hearts. It is a day filled with fear, pride, and sorrow. You've spent months, even years, with this baby, and now it belongs to someone else. You will publish again, perhaps you won't. But you will never publish a first book again.

A wonderful blogger and author, Ana Vitsky, writes a love letter to her first born over on her blog Governing Ana today. Now, if you have been lucky enough to follow Ana's blog this month, you know she is doing an Advent Calendar type-thing where daily participation is key in order to win fabulous prizes. Apparently if you post a certain something known only to Ana, you get a daily prize as well. I got lucky one day simply by making her laugh. She has the patience and the talent to do this and keep it up through Christmas. That alone is worthy of a million gold stars.

Aside from the beautiful love letter she writes to her first-born book, Ana is doing something extraordinary over at her place: she's bringing people together. She's getting people involved. We're having a ball over there, every day. And the involvement no longer has anything to do with prizes. I'm meeting other authors and readers, I'm learning new things, I'm being introduced to topics and subject matter I have little knowledge of.  TTWD, whether it's your lifestyle or just your writing genre, can be isolating. Ana has done something few other bloggers have done: she has brought this group together.

I'd like to pay homage to Ana today, and tell her how much I appreciate her as a fellow writer, a blogger, and most of all, a friend.


To Ana.  Love ya, girl.

Go on over and sign up for the Advent Calendar festivities. You won't be sorry.

And click on the book above to buy it on Amazon.



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November 28th, 2012

11/28/2012

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That Emma K. Gardner...she's a stinker. She's just like the others. Totally supportive, a wonderful participant in all things writing and spanking. I couldn't imagine being anything other than honored that she has nominated this blog for the Liebster. Here are her questions for me:


1.  How long did you believe in Santa Claus?  Until just now. Thanks.
2.  What do you sing in the shower?  Show tunes. "How do you solve a problem like Ma-ri-aaaa..."
3.  What do you love the most?  My life
4.  What food makes you want to puke?  Food that's been recently puked
5.  Coke or Pepsi?  Pepsi
6.  Favorite movie?  Godfathers 1-3
7.  Favorite bad movie? Pink Flamingos (don't ask)
8.  Do you remember what anyone wrote in your high school musical? Sure. I think...if you mean yearbook. Most were KIT (Keep in Touch) or 'Have a bitchin summer.
9.  What book have you reread the most times?  The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy, and Knight by Kristin Ashley (both 3 times)
10. If you could be a tree, what kind of tree would you be? An oak
11. What superpower would you want? invisible or see through walls, like x-ray specs.

Alright. I'll bite. I nominate Cara Bristol, Korey Mae Johnson, Celeste Jones, Patty Devlin, Claire Colinsgrove and Katerina Kinsley from Bottoms Up Books.

My questions for my nominees:

1.  What famous person needs to be spanked, and who (also famous) should do the spanking?

2.  Do you have tattoos or piercings?

3. What is your all-time favorite spanking scene in a book or movie/TV show? Describe it in as much detail as you can.

3. Have you ever lied to get yourself out of a spanking?

4. What are you reading now?

5. What do you wish you could do that you can't?

6. If you could invite six people to dinner, who would they be?

7. What are you most afraid of?

8. In a disaster, list three things you would not leave the house without (excluding loved ones and pets).

9. Do you REALLY turn off your cell phone when the flight attendant asks?

10. Where is the most unusual place you've made love.

11. What was your best/favorite job?

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