Tuesday, June 30, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ Zombies and Figging

I made it to the end of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews!

I feel like I need trumpets or something, some kind of fanfare. I survived and there were only a few tears!

Today Z is for Zombies, because how can I get a Z post to pass without talking about my zombie book??

Here is one of my favorite scenes from Cursed Waters that has a little figging in it too. It was the first figging scene I ever wrote and probably my favorite.


She watched Trevor go over to the bowl he had placed on the dresser. He lifted out a peeled piece of ginger. Roxy stopped what she was doing and rose from her position, turning to look at Trevor in shock.

“Bend back over,” he told her.

“Wait, what are you doing?” She already knew what he was doing, she had begged him to try figging with her the last time they were together, but it had never come about. She almost forgot about the ginger in the kitchen, she had bought it for a new recipe she was going to try, and never got around to making.

“Trust me,” he told her and brought his head down to kiss her hard on the mouth. “Now bend over, don't make me tell you again.”

She gave one last look to the carved piece of ginger root and folded herself back over the end of the bed with a renewed anticipation. He instructed her to put her hand back between her legs and to continue pleasuring herself. Roxy would have been embarrassed but she was still too stunned at the turn of events.

As she worked her fingers along her folds, building her need into a frenzy, Trevor parted her cheeks again. The ginger was cold and hard, nudging to gain entry. He cooed soothing words at her, telling her to relax. He finally pushed it in, pushing past the tightness and she shifted her hips back into him as her orgasm rocked her. She cried out in ecstasy, riding the waves as Trevor manipulated the ginger in her ass.

As she came down from her high Roxy panted into the bed.

“Now that we got that in, it's time to address your disrespect,” Trevor said as he pulled her to stand up.

Roxy glanced around him at the clock. “We should start getting ready, we don't have a lot of time,” she replied, she couldn't be late in saving the world from zombies after all.

Trevor gave her a hard look, “We have plenty of time, and we aren't finished,” he answered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He gestured towards the floor where his jeans were crumpled up. “Get my belt and bring it here.”

Roxy could only look back at him, she was paralyzed to the spot. Trevor gave her a nudge, “Now, Roxy.”

You can find Cursed Waters on Amazon, it's free to read on KU!

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Monday, June 29, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ "You Will Live Alone No Longer."

We've made it all the way to Y in the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I have Sue Lyndon over today. I have never read anything by Sue that I have not loved, she has a way with writing stories that makes you feel like you are right there. Even when they are about Yummy Aliens!

She has a new series out right now and has just released a box set, so you can scoop then all up at once!

Thanks for having me today, Casey! It’s always a pleasure to visit you!

Y is for Yummy Aliens

I’ve been writing “vanilla” sci-fi alien romance under the name Sue Mercury during the last few months, and I recently released a box set with all the stories in my Reestrian Mates series. My favorite part about writing hunky alien heroes is the clash of cultures that inevitably occurs as they try to win a human female’s affection. Here’s an excerpt from book 5 in the series, Savage Alien:

“I see the passion in your eyes, little Mia.”
“Little Mia? I’m five foot six, for your information. That’s average height for a woman where I come from. Not that you’d know that. I doubt you know much about humans, and you certainly know nothing about me.”
“You are angry.” Confusion swept through him. Females captured as mating gifts were usually highly sought after beauties from powerful clan families on Reestria. She should be honored to have been taken by Heega. “You are not supposed to be angry, little Mia. You are supposed to be overjoyed to have been chosen for the honor of mating with a Warrior Reestrian.”
She laughed, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She was right, he didn’t know much about humans. He stepped closer to her, only for her to back away. Her behavior confounded him.
“Overjoyed? Are you for real? I was kidnapped and told I’m to become some strange alien’s mate. What part of that scenario is supposed to leave me overjoyed?” Her hands curled into fists and she peered around him, her face lighting up as she stared out the small window, a perfect view of Rahatha’s streets below the landing site. “Let me walk off this ship right now. Please.”
“I can’t allow that. You belong to me now, Mia. If your family didn’t wish for you to be taken as a mate, they should have protected you.” He suspected her family didn’t care for her wellbeing, otherwise the males, her father and her brothers, would have kept her hidden. This thought saddened him.
“My family?” She made an exacerbated noise. “I live by myself. I’m a grown woman. I’m thirty years old and I’ve been living on my own for the last twelve years, thank you very much.”
“You will live alone no longer.” He closed the space between them and cupped her face. She flinched but didn’t pull away, and he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, drawing circles on her soft, warm flesh.
“Please, Sekor. I am afraid of you.”
He dropped his hands to his sides and took three large steps back. The look of relief on her face to have him so far away perplexed him. Why did she fear him? He planned to protect her and love her.
“Does your heart belong to another, Mia?”
“Then why haven’t you taken your robe off and offered yourself to me?”
She tied the robe tighter and crossed her arms, preventing him from staring at the mounds of her breasts. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. “Do you really expect me to strip naked and fall at your feet? Keep dreamin’, asshole, because that will never happen. I want to leave this ship. Now.”
Nothing fazed Sekor, ever. Not until Mia. He was normally confident, so confident he felt no fear in battle, and so confident he had never considered a female might reject him. When he imagined experiencing his mating urge, he had always assumed the female he selected would try her best to please him. The female standing before him wouldn’t even take her clothes off. This human girl affected him, her rejection wounding him and her bravery garnering his deep respect.
He decided to continue on. He needed to mate her soon, needed his fever to cool and to feel the spiritual ecstasy of the mating bond. Clearing his throat, he reached for his towel.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I stripped first?”

Reestrian Mates: The Complete Series blurb:

Not long after their final growth cycle completes, Reestrian males experience a powerful urge to mate. This collection features 5 steamy, romantic stories of human women being courted (as best an alien can!) and claimed by the hunky Reestrian males who find them irresistible. 


Step Alien 

Sweet Alien 

Double Alien 

Boss Alien 

Savage Alien 

Note: The individual stories in this collection are available FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.

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Sunday, June 28, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ X-Rays and Being seXy

Welcome back to the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I made it all the way to X! I feel like celebrating every post that I get posted toward the end here. Here is my 28th and third to last post!

I tried to think of something that starts with X and an obvious choice would be X-rays. About six weeks ago I had some X-rays and confirmed that I had fractured two bones in my ankle (because go big or go home).

I am healing up nicely and am thankful it wasn't worse. And I have friends that keep joking that I bought myself a summer vacation. Which I guess would be true if I hadn't spent almost every single day of these last six weeks filling out forms, following up on forms, calling doctors, calling my human resources department, calling the disability company, and navigating through automated answering services (I do want to stab automated recordings repeatedly).

Most days I am so fed up and frustrated by lunchtime that I don't even want to talk to another soul—which makes life really interesting for Mr. McKay who works from home and is stuck waiting on me all day.

Then there is having sex, or even trying to be sexy. You know when you are jumping around on one foot and balancing on crutches in the summer, you get extra sweaty. You dress for comfort and that's it and wearing a bra is optional. As a result I feel very un-sexy.

I am a lingerie girl. I realized very quickly that while my husband does enjoy it, I mostly wear it for me. It makes me feel sexy. Do you know what wouldn't be sexy? Wearing lingerie with a cast, I'm guessing it would just look sad. I am not completely sure because I haven't tried it, but it would probably make me feel silly and not sexy.

Needless to say, my sex drive has taken a nose dive. I mean, things still happen—I'm not dead, but I've just been feeling a lot less desirable and a lot less in the mood. 

The other day Mr. McKay took me out with him when he had to run some errands. I sat in the car with the window cracked, getting some sun and fresh air. Then he drove us to sit by the water. I hopped out of the car and hobbled over to a bench where we sat and watched some boats go by. It's one of our favorite places.

I had on a t-shirt and some yoga pants. My hair was in a frizzy messy, makeshift bun. I hadn't even put contacts in, my glasses were smudged and I couldn't even remember if I had applied deodorant. I had spent most of my morning navigating through an automated answering system that kept telling me "I'm sorry, I do not understand your answer" even when I was shouting "REPRESENTATIVE" into the phone. I felt disheveled and emotionally frazzled.

Mr. McKay slung his arm around my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me. "Your boobs look massive today."

I glance down, yeah they did for some reason. My t-shirt was stretched across the chest and I idly wondered if perhaps I had packed on a few pounds since I had been laid up. This could have been a depressing thread of thought, but then he followed it up with, "You're so hot."

The romance writer in me wants to change his wording and say he called me beautiful. But he didn't. It actually made me want to laugh because it sounded really juvenile and caught me off guard. My husband thinks I'm hot, even when I'm feeling unattractive. He commented on he ride home that he was 'having the best day'. Which also made me smile because the day had consisted of stopping at three stores and taking his broken wife to sit on a bench. He just liked having me with him.

So I didn't feel sexy. But I did feel appreciated and loved. And we did have some sex. With an X and no Y. And that's okay.

I also wrote a short story this month for our newsletter, it's called A Naughty Patient and it may or may not be based on true events. It's about a girl who breaks her ankle and is having a hard time letting her man take care of her. I'll let you wonder which parts are real...

It's going out in the next day or so—sign up here if you haven't already!!

Friday, June 26, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ W is for Westbrook

It's getting to the bitter end of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I was so on top of things in the beginning but I will have you know that I am now slapping these posts together nightly in a panicked rush sometime between dinner and that few hours a night I promise to my husband to not be buried in my Kindle and/or laptop. (Okay, really a promise to myself, but if I power down so does he and then we can actually see each other's faces and remember what it's like to use the spoken word.)

I asked Etta to come one over for any letter she would like. She requested W, so this morning I was all messaging Etta, "Umm, my W post is tomorrow! You still coming?"

We got this! Have no fear! Etta is here :)

She's brought us a lovely post and I was so freaking thrilled to find out she is working on another Westbrook tale!!! You're only getting this news slightly 24 hours later than I did. I am stoked and do not want to take up any more precious time. So here is my friend Etta:

W is for Westbrook
Hello Casey! Thanks very much for having me on your blog.
Being here on ‘W’ day, gives me the chance to talk about the Westbrook family, who were first introduced in my historical novel, Lady Westbrook’s Discovery. Lady Margaret Westbrook is a widowed forty-something year old and the mother of two adult sons, Robert and Jasper. Much to her surprise, she falls in love with a far younger man, Felix Oliver who is a scientist working in the field of electricity – which was a pretty revolutionary and exciting area of science in the nineteenth century.
Margaret’s elder son, Robert – the current Lord Westbrook –disapproves of the match while her younger son, Jasper, takes a much more laid back approach to the whole affair.
My second Westbrook story, Lord Westbrook’s Muse focused on grumpy elder son Robert and his passionate love affair with unconventional campaigner for Women’s Rights, Cass. Happily, the love of a good woman ensures that Robert is a good deal less grumpy at the end of the book than he was at the beginning.
I am currently writing a third Westbrook story. This one features Margaret’s younger son, Jasper and is tentatively entitled The Westbrook Trial but will probably change before it gets published because they usually do.
Jasper Westbrook is gay. The book is set in the late nineteenth century -  a time when both English society and English law took a dim view of that sort of thing. 
This isn’t really Jasper’s story though. I don’t feel ready to write a M/M romance just yet. Although the relationship between Jasper Westbrook and his lover, Charles Taylor is, of course, central the story.
Rather this is the story of Charles’s sister, Flora and the romance that flourishes between her and William Beech, a solicitor and close personal friend of Jasper and Charles.  The following scene takes place shortly after the arrest of Jasper and Charles. Having just seen her brother taken away by the police, Flora is understandably in shock.

The Westbrook Trial

“Here, drink this,” said William, passing Miss Taylor a glass of brandy. She accepted the drink and took several large sips, becoming noticeably calmer as she did so. “I understand that it must be hard for you to accept your brother’s predilections. “

Miss Taylor shook her head. “That isn’t it. I don’t blame Charles for wanting to be with Mr Westbrook. I know others consider them abnormal but who am I to judge what is normal? I often have feelings which I am sure would horrify you, Mr Beech.”

William looked at the slender beauty sitting in his study and doubted that she was capable of saying anything that could horrify him. “Surely not, Miss Taylor,” he said.

“It’s true,” she replied. “When I think of love, I think of the most terrible things.”

“What on earth do you mean?” asked William gently.

Miss Taylor finished off the brandy in her glass. William refilled it, sensing that the liquor was probably giving her the courage to talk to him.

She took another sip immediately and began haltingly to speak, her eyes focused on the floor by her feet. “I like to imagine women being punished,” she said in a voice almost to quiet to hear. “I think about women being spanked or caned or thrashed with a belt. It gives me ... pleasure when I think of it. And I like to think of those things being done to me. How I would feel if someone struck me in that way.” She took another gulp of brandy. “So you can see why I cannot possibly condemn Charles. My own perversions are so much worse. I fear there must be something dreadfully wrong with me to think the things that I do. Forgive me, Mr Beech, if I have disgusted you.”

Of the dozens of emotions that Miss Taylor’s words had fired up inside of him, William could quite confidently say that not a single one came close to disgust.

His heart thumping, he stood up and walked to his bookshelf from where he removed a slim volume in a plain cover.

“I think you are too hard on yourself, Miss Taylor,” he said. “Perhaps you would like to take a look at this.”

Miss Taylor took the book and looked at the page to which he had opened it. Her eyes widened in shock.

He had chosen a page with which he was very familiar. It contained an illustration in which a woman was bent over a man’s lap, her skirts and petticoats thrown over her back and her bare bottom prominently on display. The man held in his hand a bundle of birch twigs which he held poised ready to strike the woman across her exposed posterior. The welts across her back side showed that the man had already delivered several stinging blows. The woman’s mouth was open in protest but she did not appear to be struggling to escape. Indeed, the pose in which she had been drawn suggested that she was actually lifting her bottom into the air as if presenting it for more punishment.

Miss Taylor stared at the picture, trembling slightly. Looking at her reaction, William suddenly felt like a heel for exposing her to such an image. She was a well-brought up young lady. What had he been thinking? He went to remove the book from her hands. “Forgive me,” he said. “That was exceedingly inappropriate. I should not have shown you such a thing. Please don’t be alarmed.”

As he moved to remove the book from her hands, Miss Taylor gripped the book tighter. “I am not alarmed,” she said, her eyes still riveted to the picture. “Mr Beech, this drawing – it must have taken many hours to complete, don’t you think?”

“I imagine so.”

“And then somebody printed it and bound it and someone – you – bought it. And all so that people could see this picture of this woman getting her backside thrashed like this?”


Miss Taylor looked at him, her eyes shining. “Then other people feel the same way I do? I am not the only one?”


Lady Westbrook's Discovery

Lord Westbrook's Muse

Thursday, June 25, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ "If You Only Knew the Sort of Ideas I Have."

We are in the home stretch for the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews

Today I have Adaline Raine over talking about her new shifter romance, Rules of the Pack. And since this is my V post I am calling these some Voracious Shifters. They all seem hungry in this house (there is mention of pizza), but Phil and Alisha seem to have a voracious appetite for something else! I'm going to throw it over to Addy now, welcome!

Casey! I'm so excited to be on your blog! I'm sharing a sexy snippet of my new sexy shifter romance, Rules of the Pack. Thank you so much for having me over. 

In the scene below, Alisha has just been spanked by Phil and it turned into the two of them getting hot and heavy. They are interrupted as several other members of Phil's pack have been waiting for them to come downstairs. 

Note: Dani is the alpha female of the pack and Alisha's best friend 



A loud knock banged against the door, and Dani’s voice filtered through. “The pizza is getting cold! Come on! You can’t stay in there all night! We’re wondering what’s going on.” 

Dani would probably bless a relationship between them, but without one in place, he didn’t need her to see her best friend feeling around in his pants. 

A relationship, is that what I’m back to? 

“Thanks! We’ll be down in a few.” Phil sighed as Alisha got the message and maneuvered her hand out. He frowned when she zipped his jeans and buckled them. “Damnit. Sometimes I hate living with a group.”

“I’m really sorry for what I said in the store. All I wanted you to do was push me up against the counter—” 

“Stop… stop!” Phil held his hands up in defeat. “Seriously, if you keep going the pizza will be long gone. Then it will be a parade of wolves up here.” 

Alisha drew her lips into a straight line, but a tiny smile peeked through. “What sort of ideas have you been thinking about?” 

“Darling, if you only knew the sort of ideas I have.” He winked as he helped her off of him so they could stand. 

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

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

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

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

Check out Marked by the Alpha if you want more sexy pack action!
Dani had always been a lone wolf and she had no desire to join a pack, but that didn’t matter to a true alpha wolf like Mason Daniels. When he finds out that human hunters have been threatening Dani, he puts his mark on her. 

Unfortunately, the hunters are foolish enough to disregard his mark, and Dani is captured. After Mason and his pack rescue her from certain death, Dani is given no choice about joining Mason’s pack for her own protection. She soon learns that Mason is fully prepared to spank her bare bottom as often as is necessary to teach her to respect and obey him. 

With more hunters closing in and the pack under threat, Mason begins to realize that he must claim Dani as his mate for life—whether she likes it or not—before his need for her drives him mad. At the same time, she is forced to learn her role in the pack and come to terms with her instinctual need to submit to Mason as her alpha and her mate. 

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

Also note that a sequel to this book, Rules of the Pack, is now available.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ Ullswater and Some Sexy Highlanders

On to U of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I am so excited to have Ashe Barker over today! You know I like writing smut and I like reading smut, but I don't like feeling like I am killing brain cells in the process. Ashe Barker has this way of writing really interesting stories that are also hot and steamy, and I feel like I always learn something.

Today is no different! She's educating me a bit on geography before we get all googly eyed and tongue-tied over her big hulking heroes. So I will shut up and throw it over to Ashe:

Hi Casey, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to join in your A-Z Challenge on U day. So, we have U for Ullswater, the setting for much of the action in my latest release, Shared by the Highlanders.
Ullswater is a lake in England’s Lake District. These days it is a hiker’s paradise, and tourists sail up and down the lake in steamers, enjoying the stunning scenery. 
Shared by the Highlanders is largely set in the sixteenth century, but I expect the landscape was much the same then as now, minus the steam boats of course.
Here’s a picture, to help set the scene
Shared by the Highlanders was a dream to write, bringing together several of my favourite erotic romance themes - time travel, historical romance, and of course two seriously sexy highlanders. Here’s the blurb…

After she becomes lost in a thick mist while hiking near the borders of Scotland, Charlene Kelly is shocked to encounter two men on horseback. To her horror, the pair—both of whom are dressed in Scottish tartans—accost her and won’t let her go. Though the men speak with accents so strong they seem to come from another era, Charlene is able to gather that they believe she is a thieving boy. Unsure what else to do, Charlene plays along.

When Will Sinclair and Robbie MacBride discover that their captive is in fact a woman—and quite a beautiful one at that—there is only one thing to be done. She must be punished for her deception, and punished thoroughly. A switch applied to her bare bottom does the job well, and soon enough the two men are comforting Charlene as she nurses her bright red, sore backside. 

Upon learning that the highlanders are hand-carrying an important message from Elizabeth of England to the court of Mary, Queen of Scots, it finally dawns on Charlene that she is no longer in her own time. Though she is desperate to find a way home, Will and Robbie are both unlike any man she has ever met, and their unabashed dominance awakens in her a powerful need to submit. Soon enough, she finds herself blushing with shame and quivering with desire as she is taken long and hard by two rugged highlanders at once. But can these hardened warriors keep her safe from the perils of a world far more dangerous than the one she left behind?

Publisher’s Note: Shared by the Highlanders is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play.

And of course I have an excerpt to share. 
One attacker is bad, but I might have a chance. Two is different story altogether. They have clearly mistaken me for a boy, probably due to my unisex weatherproofs and my hair being covered by my hood. I don’t disabuse them of that notion.
"What do you want? Please, let me go. I won't say anything about this, not to anyone." A ridiculous promise, but I'll try anything. I can hear the tremor in my voice so they must too. That irks me. I don't want them to know how scared I am.
"More to the point, laddie, what is it you want, sneaking around the moors in the mist? Were ye thinking to steal from us, maybe ye have an eye on our horses...?"
"Horses? Why would I want your horses? I'm a hiker not a bloody jockey."
I should learn to think before I speak, and a hard cuff around the side of my head shuts me up. My ears are ringing, though I don't think he hit me especially hard. The horror of being thumped is enough to quell my brief flirtation with defiance though. I don't need to see this man upright to be certain he'll dwarf my five foot four, and his companion is equally tall. I know better than to provoke them if they are handy with their fists.
The mountain on top of me eases himself to the side, then gets to his feet. He extends his hand down to me, and I take it without thinking. I'm hauled to my feet as though I'm weightless, to stand shivering in front of him. The other man is behind me, blocking any chance of escape, even if I could see more than a yard in any direction.
"Will ye be keeping' a civil tongue in your head then or do you need further convincing?"
"Let the lad be, Robbie. Can't ye see he's scared? If he was a thief I think we've maybe cured him of that notion. Am I right, boy?"
I nod, then shake my head, not sure what the right response would be. "I'm not a thief. I'm a hiker. I just want to be on my way, and, and..."
"A what?" This from the man in front of me. Robbie?
"A hiker. I'm doing a twenty miler. I'm expected in Glenridding tomorrow." I clamp my mouth shout, immediately realising my mistake. I should have told them I'd be missed later today, or better still that the search parties are already scouring the fells for me.  As it is, I've just informed them that no one will notice me missing for another day at least.
"You're doing what? Did you say you were from Glenridding? Is that near here?"
"Yes, about ten miles north. On the shores of Ullswater. The youth hostel is expecting me. If I don't turn up they'll report it and mountain rescue will be up here."
"What are you blathering on about, lad? Why would you not turn up? And what is this youth hostel? Is that some sort of local laird?"
"A... what? No." I peer at him, only now starting to take in his bizarre attire. He is wrapped in a combination of thick furs, and what looks to be tartan. His feet are booted like those of his companion, but his knees are bare. His hair is long, falling loose and tousled to his shoulders, and is a dark auburn colour. His head is uncovered, though he wears stout gloves. His face is handsome, in a harsh, untamed sort of way. Although he must have shaved in the last few days his beard is making its presence felt again. His mouth is full, strong, and I catch the flash of perfect teeth as he grins at my discomfiture. But his most prominent feature is his eyes. They are a brilliant green, reminding me of the rich, lush grass of the lower slopes. He regards me in silence, and appears to be in some doubt now as to what his next move might be. His decision is made for him by the other man.
"It's getting late. We can't continue on in this, and we're likely to lose the horses if we even try. We'll make camp and keep the lad secure till morning. Then we can decide what to do with him."
Robbie nods, the gesture curt. "Aye, good enough. Pass me your kerchief, Will."
By the scuffling and grunting at my rear it seems that the second man is struggling to comply. Robbie gives a low curse and grabs my arm. He tugs me toward the horses, then leans past me to retrieve something from one of the saddlebags. He turns me roughly, hurling me against the worn leather of the saddle. The scent of the horse fills my nostrils, but I hardly have a moment to register that before my hands are dragged behind my back. I try to escape, but he ties my wrists together. The bonds are tight, not painful, but I can't move.
Panic wells again. He's hit me, and now he's tied me up. This is not going to end well. My knees start to buckle

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Author Bio:
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research. 
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. 
When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  
I have twenty four (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn. 

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

Author links:
Amazon author page
Ashe Barker's Newsletter 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ Tiffs, Teasing and Threats

We're coming up to the end of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

Up to T today and I am talking about teasing and threats.  We don't do serious very well in the McKay house. Actually, I think both of us have an inability to be completely serious for any length of time.

Sometimes not being able to be serious has it's advantages. We don't really argue. We get into tiffs, stupid things that children would fight about. Lately, it's had to do with my injury. I try to do more than I can do and I get snippy when I get frustrated or feel like I'm being doted on or smothered.

We were having a back and forth and I was being snappish. Mr. McKay was bringing me my coffee and we were getting to a real boiling point. Then he put the mug down in front of me, raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe next time I'll pee in your coffee."

I burst out laughing. Who says that to someone? I asked him if he was a child, and he said probably. But really he was just diffusing the situation. We moved on and everything was fine.

So it is nice sometimes to not take everything so seriously. Other times it works against us. Mr. McKay actually sent me the following cartoon because this probably does sum up our bedroom antics. It's why there is normally copious amounts of liquor and not much talking during sexy time.


Teasing is a big part of our relationship too. Mostly because I will believe anything and I take everything to heart. Mr. McKay loves getting a rise out of me and I do love it, even if I like to spin off in a huff when he's relentlessly teasing.

I think threats go hand in hand with teasing. Any spanko worth their salt likes a good threat. I mean, at least for me, it's connected to all of it. So when Mr. McKay says anything like "You better watch yourself," or "You're not going to like the spanking you get." I am all a flutter, but then he follows it up with, "It's going to be so weak, and not hard. You'll hate it." And there goes that teasing and I am caught between laughing and getting into a snit because he totally just wrecked my mojo.

My ankle needs to heal and quick. I've been threatened so many times with weak spankings and no spanking at all that I'm ready to cry.

Thankfully, I do think he's teasing and isn't really serious. I think...

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Monday, June 22, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ Savannah's Surrender

Welcome back to the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I made it up to S! I am pretty proud of myself. Today I have an excerpt for you from Lillyanna Rose's debut novel, Savannah's Surrender.

Savannah has just met with her husband Hilton and they made the big decision to enter in to a domestic discipline relationship. Now Savannah's wondering if this can really work.


I sat alone at the table shocked at the way our meeting had transpired. Hilton was so “matter of fact” and confident. I was shocked by the sense of power that he emitted and how naturally his tone made me know better than to question him. I suddenly felt like I was already stuck under his dictatorship and I felt uneasy about it. I had to admit that Hilton’s bossiness was sexy though. When he spoke about spanking my bottom tingled. The whole encounter left me wanting and wet. In the past I would have been seething with anger if he had tried to boss me around like that.
I opened the note he had left in my hand. It read,

Dear Savannah,

I will be home Saturday morning. Saturday evening after the kids are asleep we will conduct an initiation to Domestic Discipline session. You will receive a considerably hard spanking. You are to do exactly as you are told without hesitation. Should you choose to disobey me the consequences will become more severe. At the conclusion of the punishment all past wrongs will be forgotten. They will be left in the past never to be spoken of again. Bringing up old baggage from the past after the initiation will be a spankable offense. We need to move forward. Our new life together will begin when the comforting after the spanking begins. I love you Savannah. I can’t wait to be home.

Until then,

For a moment I sat there speechless. I couldn’t believe what I had just read. I felt that “old Savannah” attitude creeping in. I thought to myself, he left me. Now he is going to tell me when he is going to come home without even asking me first. How dare he. I wasn’t ready for him to come yet. I stopped myself. I couldn’t think this way anymore. I had signed the Domestic Discipline contract and consented to Hilton leading me. I had to accept it. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I could already tell.

Savannah's Surrender is based on a true story. It tells a tale of a married couple, Hilton and Savannah Fields, who are enduring some marital discord.

Hilton walked out on Savannah over six months ago. After numerous attempts to resolve their issues on their own with little progress Hilton decided it was time to call it quits. He was convinced that Savannah was just too stubborn and she was never going to be willing to compromise on anything. It wasn’t what he wanted but he had tried everything to fix things, finally reaching his breaking point he told Savannah he was filing for a divorce.

Savannah was devastated. She wanted her husband back but she wasn't going to let him tell her how or what to do. She talks Hilton into trying Christian marriage counseling as a final attempt to save their crumbling marriage. Savannah’s confident that the pastor will show Hilton the error of his ways.

Hilton and Savannah are both shocked when Pastor James suggests that they adopt a Domestic Discipline lifestyle. He instructs Hilton to become the head of his household and recommends that he starts spanking Savannah’s bottom if she disobeys him or becomes disrespectful. Pastor James ensures the couple that Hilton taking charge of their marriage will quickly put an end to their discord.

Will Hilton spank Savannah? Can Domestic Discipline save their failing marriage?

Buy it today!
Amazon UK

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

A to Z Challenge~ R is for Rachel's Journey

Here we are at R for the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews

Today I have Kelly Dawson over to share an excerpt of her new book Rachel's Journey!

I think James is done with Rachel's risky behavior and continual put-downs of herself:

With one hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades holding her down, he used the other hand to smack her butt, hard.
“Ow!” Rachel shrieked. Even through her jeans the smack had hurt! James smacked her twice more, even harder. “Ow! Get off me you brute!” Rachel shrieked again. She struggled to get free and kicked out at his shins, but he held her down easily, ignored her yells, and continued to spank her butt ferociously, his large work-roughened hand covering most of her bottom with each smack and the force of the blows jarring her whole body.
After another seven or eight whacks James let her up, but he stood in front of her, blocking her escape with his body. As Rachel stood up, she glared at James, daggers shooting from her eyes. 
James knew that if looks could kill, he’d be shrivelling up and disappearing through the ground right about now.  But that didn’t stop him from continuing the lecture he’d started earlier. He found his best scolding voice. “You are a brat. Why don’t you care about your personal safety? Or, come to think of it, the personal safety of anyone else who might be unlucky enough to be on the road at the same time as you?”
Rachel shrugged again. “I suck, ok? I don’t care about my safety because I don’t care about me! I thought you would have figured that out by now!”

James grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a gentle shake, looking intently into her eyes. “No you do not suck. Why do you keep talking like that?”

Rachel was such a loser. Growing up with Tourette's Syndrome has taught her that. Who could possibly want someone who contorted their faces in bizarre twitches or snorted at random? Not even Mike, the man who had promised he loved her, had been able to put up with it. She broke up with him when she caught him cheating on her during their great overseas experience, promptly flying back home to hide and lick her wounds.

James was the manager for the 850 acre farm she and her brother Simon had inherited.  She liked James. He'd always treated her nicely, like an honorary little sister, and she'd had a crush on him forever. Not that she could ever tell him. She wasn't going to set herself up for rejection ever again.

But when it seems that someone is out to harm her, can she count on James to come to her rescue?

Set in rural New Zealand, this epic romance will thrill you and keep you captivated, enchant you with charming detail and inspire you, as learning to overcome adversity ultimately is Rachel's Journey.

Buy it today: Amazon and Blushing Books

Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

Author’s Note about Rachel’s Journey:  Rachel’s Journey is very close to my heart. Like Rachel, I too, have Tourette’s Syndrome. I have tried to portray what it is like to live with this neurological disorder, and while Tourette’s affects everyone differently so each person’s experience is unique, it is my personal experience, how Tourette’s affects me, that is told in Rachel’s Journey. In some ways, Rachel’s Journey is my biography, only fictionalised. Rachel’s circumstances are nothing like my own, but in all the ways that matter, Rachel is me.

Social Media Links:  I can be found all over the web. Check me out here:

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