Sunday, July 26, 2015

Let's Raise a Glass (It's the Adult Thing to Do)

This week brings my 33rd birthday. I enjoy birthdays. Mine. Other people's. I fully believe in celebrating and taking the time to remember to enjoy every moment. 

I remember being a kid and adults saying that time moves quicker when you're older. This didn't make any sense to me then. How could time move quicker? It obviously always moves at the same speed. But now that I am an adult the time between my birthdays has grown shorter. The time between holidays has shrank immensely. The time between one month to the next is almost non-existent (Didn't we just pay the rent??).

The thing about being in your thirties—getting very close to mid-thirties—is you don't feel any older. At least I don't. And talking to other people, they have all sort of said the same thing. I guess when I was younger I thought I would hit a certain age and feel like an adult. But the truth is I don't feel any different than I did at nineteen.

Okay, actually at nineteen I felt a lot smarter. Life has knocked me down a few pegs since then. So maybe I don't feel any different than I did at twenty three.

I thought when I moved out of my parent's house I would feel like an adult. I didn't. Maybe when I got married? Nope. So maybe when we have kids? Maybe then.

But I don't know, I have friends who have kids and I still look at them sometimes and think, who let you do that? Mr. McKay and I went to visit our really good friends in the hospital the day after they had their son (he's five now, and seriously, I feel like this was yesterday). We were standing around, talking, looking at the little alien creature and his little fingers and his adorable tiny mouth—when he started wailing.

I don't think I will ever forget the look on my friends' faces. A look of complete what-the-hell-do-we-do-now? I think the four of us wanted to find the nearest adult, but oh, that was us. When did that happen?

I definitely had a very vivid idea of what I thought being an adult would be like. Dinner parties. Adults have dinner parties. They have people over and they drink fancy drinks out of fancy glasses and everyone is very adult-like and civilized. The result is Mr. McKay and I own a ton of glasses. More than two people should. I just recently had to weed out some glasses from the cabinet because we couldn't fit any more on the shelf.

Why is this? Because when we got married six years ago we registered for glasses. We like to drink and we like to have people over. So we got drinking glasses, and pint glasses, beer mugs, martini glasses, margarita glasses, rocks glasses, and wine glasses. We don't drink wine. But we have friends who do and I thought it would be rude to make them drink wine out of a pint glass. 

I think I also thought that we were going to need all of these glasses. We would entertain and obviously have dinner parties and we would need glasses for all types of drinks.

But as it turns out, we still live in our rented townhouse that does not have a dishwasher. We figured out really quick that if we have more than two people over it's just easier to use disposable cups and dishes.  We throw a big St. Patrick's Day party every year. The first year we had it I made cocktails. We used all of our glasses. I feel like I washed dishes for days after that party.

Every year since, we get disposable everything. I still make cocktails, but everything gets served in a red solo cup. That is just how we roll in the McKay house.

So yeah, we still very much live like we are in college. I am not sure we will ever grow up. Maybe it's just us. Maybe we should be acting our age and making conscious choices to be more adult-like.

Maybe one day I will stop wearing graphic t's and ripped jeans with beat up sneakers. I'll buy nice clothes with 'dry clean only' tags because adults do things like dry clean stuff more than once a year (or in the three days before that wedding you have to go to when you realize your husband's suit jacket still smells like stale beer from the last wedding you went to).

One day I'll feel like an adult, right? But to be honest, I'm kind of glad it's not today.

You guys want to come over for my birthday? I'll make us some margaritas, but can you stop and buy some plastic cups? We're almost out.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

A First Spanking~ Saturday Spankings

Hey there, Saturday Spankers! It's a big week, I have a new release and now I am sharing a little spanking snippet with you!

This is from Mastered. Hailey entered a submissive auction at a BDSM club. Two Doms have taken her home and they're quizzing her to find out just how inexperienced she is.  

"I would like to stay."
He nodded, she thought that now, they all wanted to stay in the beginning. What about when it got hard? When it wasn't just a game anymore. None of this was ever a game to him. "Have you ever been spanked?"
She pressed her lips together and blinked back at him, her face sobering. Understanding finally dawned. "No, sir," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club. 

One weekend. 

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive. 

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

On sale now!

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Mastered~ BDSM Menage Romance

It's finally here! My new book Mastered. I have a cover to go along with my new release! 

Tomorrow I am going to give you a post about some of my inspiration for writing a menage romance. For now, I just have a tiny taste of a snippet (and of course buy links—please buy my new book!)

 "Why were you in the auction at Fetishes tonight? We already know you aren't experienced, and you seemed scared out of your mind."
She still couldn't come up with the right answer. What did they want her to say? At that moment Adam pinched her nipples, he squeezed hard, making her gasp. She jerked against him and made a move to drop her arms again, but he growled a warning at her. She kept her arms in place but whimpered under his assault. 
"Rewarded for honesty, remember?" Adam said as he loosened his grip, but did not fully release her tortured peaks.
"Uh huh," she said, unable to get real words out as tears pricked her eyes.
"Let's try this again," Tom said, his stern Dom voice in full effect. He skimmed a hand up her thigh and between Adam's rough grip and his gentle caress, her body shook. He got to the apex of her thighs and nudged the gusset of her panties to the side. One thick finger ran through her folds and she moaned. "Shit, she's sopping," he said, looking behind her at Adam. 
Hearing this nugget of information, Adam twisted on her nipples. She squeaked and moved her hips, trying to grind down onto Tom's finger, but he moved it away.
She let out a frustrated whine and he chuckled. His fingers were back against her core, "Is this what you want?"
She nodded, pleading with him with her eyes.
"Are we back to nodding?" he asked with a tsk.
Adam pinched her nipples hard and pulled them forward. She screamed out, "Yes! Yes, sir!" Answering Tom's question, fighting through the pain shooting through her nipples, needing Tom to sink his fingers into her.
He didn't make her wait, he thrust two fingers inside of her, making her call out. She was wet enough that he slid easily in, but her body took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Tom's thumb found her clit, he rubbed over it as he thrust his fingers in and out.
"Ah!" she cried out as she gyrated her hips. She felt Adam's jean clad erection against her ass and she ground down on it. He kept manipulating her breasts—changing up the pressure on her nipples and it was driving her mad. Adam buried his face in the side of her neck, he kissed down, finding the tender spot between neck and shoulder.
Tom moved closer, his fingers still buried within her as he kissed up the other side of her neck. She could only lean back into Adam, letting him support her weight. She stared up at the ceiling. The moans coming from her sounded foreign to her own ears. Tom's lips found her earlobe, he licked and nibbled. She jerked against them, no longer having control over her own body. Tom curled his fingers, hitting her front wall, slamming into her sweet spot. At the same time, Adam pinched down hard and bit her shoulder. 
She screamed, too many sensations running through her body. Pleasure, pain, ecstasy—tears leaked from her eyes as she shuddered against them. Just as she started to come back down, started to gain a little more control of her body, they both were at it again. Twisting and pulling, thrusting and jerking. She came apart again. She screamed until her throat felt hoarse, but she continued bucking her hips urging them along. Pleading with them to stop, but begging for it never to end.

Mastered Blurb:

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club. 

One weekend. 

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive. 

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

Buy it today!

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

A Little Game to Get Things Started~ WiP It Up!

I'm excited to be back at Wip It Up Wednesday!

I have an excerpt to share from my new BDSM menage romance Mastered which will be out this week!

Tom and Adam have been best friends for a long time. Hailey ends up at the BDSM club they are both part owners of and they end up taking her home. The catch is she's inexperienced and lied on her club application. They agree to teach her some things over the weekend and let her get her feet wet at being a submissive.

Hailey's already lied to them and is still having trouble following basic protocols they've asked her to follow. Right now she's kneeling in front of her Doms for the weekend. 

"First we start with some basics. A little question and answer session. A little game to get things started," Adam continued.
"Adam likes games," Tom told her, with a tilt of his head, his lips formed a crooked grin as if he were sharing a secret with her.
Adam shrugged, unfazed by the friendly barb, not at all denying that he liked to play games. She was sure it was probably a kinky game, her heart sped up at the thought of it.
"Then, I think we need to address a proper punishment," Adam said, looking to Tom as if seeking permission.
"Most definitely. It needs to be taken care of tonight," Tom agreed.
Something quickened in her core and she could feel liquid heat seep into her panties. She resisted the urge to slide her thighs together. She dutifully held the position Adam had put her in, but her cheeks heated thinking they might notice a wet stain between her legs.
It occurred to her she should refuse. How dare they think they could punish her for anything? And hadn't Tom said she could tell them to stop at any point? She should say something now before things went any further.
"Any questions?" Adam asked.
Yes, a million. But she shook her head.
"Keep that up and we'll get to your punishment before you've had any fun." She blinked back at Tom, his voice had gone stern. And dammit if her panties didn't get wetter at his tone.
She worked to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. "No, sir," she answered lamely.
Adam looked satisfied, but she still felt Tom's eyes on her. She couldn't bring herself to look at him again.
"First, our game," Adam said. "We'll ask you questions and then you are going to answer them honestly."
"No lying," Tom added, placing his hands on his hips.
"Do I get to ask you questions?" Her question flew from her mouth before she had a chance to think.
"After. When we're done you can ask either of us anything you like," Tom said.
"Why can't I ask mine first?" She had no idea what she would ask, but it didn't seem fair they got to ask her first.
Adam smiled. "Forty thousand dollars says you'll wait and like it."
She stiffened, she had almost forgotten. Tom glared at Adam.
"What?" Adam whispered.
But Tom just shook his head and turned his attention back to her. "You'll have your chance to ask us your questions, later." He was back to a reassuring tone and she decided she preferred that. "We shouldn't have any secrets between us."

Mastered Blurb:

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club. 

One weekend. 

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive. 

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

"Do I Need a Safeword?"~ Excerpt from my New Book~ Mastered

My new book Mastered is coming out this week! It's a BDSM menage romance and I ended up falling in love with each of the characters. I hope you do too!

Tom and Adam have been best friends for a long time. Hailey ends up at the BDSM club they are both part owners of and they end up taking her home. The catch is she's inexperienced and lied on her club application. They agree to teach her some things over the weekend and let her get her feet wet at being a submissive.

Tom got off of his stool and held his hand out to Hailey to help her down. She gave him a wary look but placed her hand in his and hopped down. He led her into the den. It was a large room and masculine in decor. He had a desk in the corner, but a majority of the room was occupied by a large leather couch. An ottoman centered before the sofa doubled as a coffee table and footrest. This was the room where he relaxed. It seemed like a good place to start things off.
He motioned for her to sit and she tentatively perched on the edge of a cushion. He leaned on the back of the armchair across from her, studying her, trying to pick up on her nonverbal cues. If she seemed overly panicked or distressed he would call a halt to things. Otherwise, he was really looking forward to opening her eyes to new experiences. She rubbed her hands over her bare arms.
"Are you cold?"
She shook her head.
"Hm, there you go again. You need to learn how to respond properly. That's a bad habit you'll have to break," he said. "Or I'll help you break it."
"Sorry, no. I'm not cold," she said, dropping her hands in her lap.
"I'm not cold, sir."
"What?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Christ, she was adorable. "When you're addressing me or Adam you will call us sir. Any dominant you're with, really." But he didn't want to think about anyone else being with her.
"Oh, okay." She nodded her head. "Sir," she added, almost as an afterthought, like she was testing it out on her tongue. He liked the way she said it.
He heard Adam walk into the room behind him. 
"The first thing you should know when entering any kind of scene is you hold all the power," Tom started.
"I do?" she asked, flicking her gaze from him to Adam. He knew what she was thinking, one of them could easily overpower her, nevermind both of them. 
"Yes, anytime you want to stop, or you feel uncomfortable, then everything stops."
"You mean with sex," she said.
"With anything," he clarified.
She wrinkled her forehead. He understood her confusion if she assumed this whole agreement was just about sex.
“Do you know what a safeword is?”
“Yes, do I need one?” Hailey asked, searching his face.
“You should have one. I don’t think you’ll need it, but I’d like you to choose one.”
“Mochaccino,” she said, then bit down on her lip as color infused her face.
“Okay, mochaccino,” he said, give her a reassuring smile. “Let's start with something simple. Come over here, take off your jeans and kneel,” he directed, pointing to a throw rug he had in front of the fireplace.
"Take off my jeans?" she questioned, a note of incredulity creeping into her tone.
"Lesson one, questioning will earn you extra," Adam said.
"Extra what?" She didn't move from her seat and she tucked her hands beneath her.
"She's almost making this too easy," Adam said to him with a bemused smile.
Tom walked over to the couch and sat beside her. She shifted in her seat but turned to look at him after a moment. "Your job right now is to follow instructions. You obey, without questioning."
"But what if I don't want to?" she asked, tears shimmering her eyes. 
She hadn't bolted yet, so he took that as a positive signal. If he was reading her right, she wanted this, but she was confused about how to go about it.
"If you can't, then you say something. But don't question, or try to bargain," he explained. "Just obey." He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch. She was more of a natural than he assumed she even knew.
"Now, go over there, take off your jeans, and kneel." 
She followed his eyes back to the carpet he had gestured to before.
"Do you think you can do that?"
She nodded and he put his hand under her chin. Turning her to face him he said, "Sorry I didn't hear you."
"Yes, sir," she murmured, her cheeks flushing under his gaze.
"Good, we understand each other then." He sat back with satisfaction as he watched her rise and cross the room. She stood in the middle of the throw rug, she kept her eyes on her toes as the shucked her jeans, kicking them to the edge of the carpet. She was left in a tiny scrap of lace that was partially hidden by the top she still wore. That would go soon enough.
He looked over at Adam who still stood in the doorway. He tilted his head in his direction as they both looked over at Hailey who had awkwardly sunk to her knees.
Adam took his cue and walked over to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder he pushed her to sit back on her heels. "Good. Spread your knees a little more." They both watched as she obeyed. "That's it. Now put your hands on your thighs, turn them over so your palms face the ceiling."
Adam took a step back to look her over. "You are a delectable little package," he commented.

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club. One weekend. She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive. It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

Coming soon...

Monday, July 20, 2015

The Conversations We Have...

I always think Mr. McKay and I would make a pretty decent reality show. Well, at least, when we aren't just sitting on our respective laptops and not talking. We would be able to fill at least a half hour show once a week.

Instead, you'll have to live with some conversation snippets on my blog. Really, I share these to demonstrate that I am not always the weirdo in this relationship—sometimes I have no idea what this dude is thinking!

Me: Hey, did you hear the road work last night?
(I had gone to bed early the night before while he stayed downstairs working.)

Mr. McK: Is that what that noise was?

Me: Yes, it was loud, right?

Mr. McK: (thinks for a few seconds) I thought you were using your vibrator.

Me: (scrunching my nose in disbelief) For hours?

Mr. McK: (shrugging) I thought it went on for a long time, but who am I to judge?

I told him if he really thought that's what I was doing then he should have come to help me. He smirked at me. I have no idea what that means.

Later on in the day I was telling him the plot of my soon to be released book:

Me: So she sells herself in this auction at a BDSM club.

Mr. McK: And someone buys her for the weekend?

Me: Yeah.

Mr. McK: And she cleans his house?

Me: (furrowing my brow in confusion) No, but she goes home with him. Why would she clean his house?

Mr. McK: Look, if I'm laying out that kind of money for someone to come back to my house, she can at least dust.

Me: (shaking my head) You're a weirdo.

Mr. McK: You're selling people in auctions and I'm the weirdo?

Me: Yes.

Mr. McK: (walking away mumbling) Sex trafficker.

Then we made guacamole and watched a Lifetime TV movie. It is not a bad life.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Creeping Out of the Kink Closet

This past week was a big week for me. First off, in this journey of "the summer of the broken ankle", I am finally able to put full weight on my injured leg! No more crutches! I still have a medical boot, but it's nice to be able to stand on my own two feet.

Secondly, I finished editing a book I'm putting out this week. Completely started and finished while I've been out on medical leave. Stay tuned for snippets and teasers :) I'm really proud of this one. I feel like I really found a groove and for the most part it just flowed.

The big thing that happened (besides walking) was I had an article published in a magazine! You can read Remark Magazine online. My article "Was it Something I Said?" is on page 56 of the July/August Issue.

It's a post I originally had on my blog a while back, so you may have read it already, but something about seeing the words I wrote in a magazine made me giddy!

When I was contacted by Remark a few months ago I was so excited that I told one of my real life friends. She's my derby wife and she knows I write erotic romance. She's always asking me how writing is going and she's shown interest in possibly penning her own stories.

For a while I wouldn't tell her my pen name. I mean, she seemed open minded about it all, but what if she wasn't? I couldn't bear the thought of being judged, or having her think of me differently based on what I write (and what I blog about—which is my real life).

I did eventually bite the bullet and tell her my pen name and she downloaded one of my books. I waited for the walls to close in on me, for the sky to cave in, and the world to end. But nothing happened.

She didn't treat me differently, or make me feel like a weirdo. She continued to ask about writing and what new things I was working on. So when I knew I was getting published in a magazine she was one of the first people I told and it felt liberating.

Then the day came where the issue went live. I took another leap and sent her the link.

I knew it was very possible she would forget to read it. Or she would read it and have no comment. I was no longer worried she would have a negative reaction, but I braced myself for no reaction. 

She got back to me and told me she was proud of me and she loved my article. She also agreed on all points :)

I am lucky in the fact that I have an incredibly supportive husband. But it does get exhausting at times feeling like I am leading a double life. It makes me happy that I have stuck my toe out of the kink closet and not had it bitten off. 

And now I'm touting the wonders of anal sex to one magazine reader at a time :)

Friday, July 17, 2015

Melissa's Saving Grace by Corinne Alexander

My friend Corinne has shared an excerpt with us today from her new Corbin's Bend novel, Melissa's Saving Grace!

Setting her down on the sofa, he sat next to her. He should probably let her sober up the rest of the way before having this conversation. Taking in the firm set of her jaw and ramrod straight line of her spine, she was obviously ready to have this out now. “What were you thinking, Melissa?” He started as gently as he could, but could feel all of his earlier emotions begin to boil again.
Melissa obviously felt them too because she immediately went on the defensive. Her eyes flashed. “You think there’s something wrong with going out dancing?”
He leveled his eyes on hers. “Is that really the stance you want to take right now?”
“Why not?” she spat. “I went out to have some fun. While I admit it got a little out of control, it’s over now. As you can see, I’m fine.”
His mouth dropped open in dismay. “A little out of control,” he sputtered. “Melissa, if I hadn’t found you, who knows what would have happened to you.” He clenched his fists. “You were passed out against a wall for God’s sake.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” she dared him.
Shock zinged through him as her words sunk in. He didn’t know what had gotten into his normally level-headed friend, but this was not a dare he was going to resist. “Melissa, so help me you are about to wind up panties down, bottom up over my knee if you don’t take this conversation seriously, starting now.”
“Oh, I’m taking it seriously, Jason,” she answered back, the fire gone from her voice. “I just think you’re exactly like everyone else in this community. You talk a big game, rushing in to rescue me, but you’re afraid to put your money where your mouth is and give me what I really need.”
Was she really daring him to spank her? Did she honestly think he wouldn’t follow through? His mind scrambled to keep up with the turn of events along with any potential ramifications, but there was no doubt in his mind that before this night was over she would be getting exactly what she asked for.
“Are you going to spank me or what?” she asked, a fierce bravado flashing in her eyes.
He shook his head at the sheer courage she could muster at the blink of an eye. He stood, pulling her with him. Crooking a finger under her chin, he lifted it so that he could look into her shining eyes. “Oh, I’m going to blister your bottom all right,” he said, lowering his voice, allowing the energy to sizzle between them for a few heartbeats. He ran his hands down her arms noticing the little shiver she gave at the contact. “But not yet.” He could see how desperately she needed to gather her thoughts. There would be no spanking until he determined that she was sober and in a better frame of mind. Turning her toward the bathroom, he gave her bottom a soft smack. “Take a shower. We’ll talk when you’re done.” She gave a little squeak, but headed in the direction he sent her.


Melissa Toselli is a wild child with a troubled past. Having been on her own since she was fifteen she is desperate to find the one who will take her into his arms, heart, and control. She has a tendency to pick all the wrong men for all the wrong reasons.

Unbeknownst to Melissa she has caught Corbin’s Bend newbie, Jason Donovan’s, attention. The wild spitfire stirred something inside of him that he could not let go. He could see right through Melissa’s devil may care attitude to the vulnerable child within who just needed someone to care for and watch out for her. She was crying out for some guidance; both the kind that would tuck her in at night and the kind that would take her over a knee for some much needed discipline and structure.

Can Jason give Melissa what she needs and tame the wild child that she is? Can he show her the way a true gentleman treats the woman he has feelings for? Will Melissa turn out to be too much for Jason to handle? Will she fall back into her old ways? Or will Jason and Melissa find exactly what their looking for in each other?

Corinne Alexander is an erotic spanking romance writer who loves nothing more than to snuggle up with a cup of coffee, a warm blanket, and a steaming hot erotic romance. She enjoys strong alphas, feisty heroines, and a good old fashioned spanking romance. A Brush of Violet (Corbin’s Bend) is her debut novella, now up for the Golden Flogger Award. Corinne’s favorite kind of day is when she can slip away into nature to get lost in her daydreams (spinning her fantasies) with the forest floor under her feet, the wind rustling through her hair, and sunbeams kissing her face. 

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Private Lessons from Perfect Notes~ Jaye Peaches Guest Post

I have Jaye on my blog today talking about her new romance Perfect Notes!

Hi Casey, thank you for having me on your blog. 
Innuendos are a wonderful way to describe sex without using the really naughty words. So handy when you want to communicate needs and maybe drive the conversation into erotic territory. Here’s an extract from my latest book, Perfect Notes. Conductor and rather alpha type Stefan has been giving clarinetist Callie private lessons, which haven’t necessarily involved that particular instrument. Waking up in the morning with Stefan in her bed, she discovers he has something else on his mind than getting up for work.

A wonderful glow emanated from where he had kissed me, and it spread around my body. I burrowed into his chest. “I wish I didn’t have to work,” I confessed. I’d quite happily stay in bed with him all day.
“You could take the day off,” he suggested, looping an arm around me.
I cursed under my breath. If he carried on like this, I’d not make it, but I had the key to open up and responsibilities.
I shook off his arm. “Sorry. Have to go.” I turned, shuffling my feet to the edge of the bed, ready to stand.
Stefan hooked his arm around me, reached under my flimsy T-shirt, and scooped a breast into his palm. He pinned my back to his chest. “Shame. I think your technique could do with some exercise.”
My throat constricted. “My technique isn’t good enough for you? I seem to recollect you struggled to resist my mediocre technique.” I shoved my bottom backward into his groin. His penis moved. A pleasant sensation.
“You didn’t seem overly confident. We could definitely work on your confidence levels.” He wrapped a leg over mine.
I gyrated my butt, feeling him grow. “I’m not used to performing under such pressure.”
“It’s a matter of practice. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.” He pinched a nipple.
I groaned into my pillow. “Please, Stefan. Not now.”
“How about this weekend?” He squeezed harder.
I relented a little. “I’m not working.”
“That’s a promising start. I actually meant the whole weekend.”
I stopped grinding my bottom into him. “Friday?”
“To Sunday. Two days of intense personal tuition. I’m sure we can work on many skills.”
He moved his hand down my belly, fondling my skin as he journeyed to my loins. Instinctively, I flattened my stomach and held my breath, waiting for him to hit his target area.
I crushed my thighs together. “Like…what?” My voice betrayed me easily as it faltered.
He probed between my legs, driving them apart with his strong fingers. A multitude of goosebumps struck all over my feverish skin. He slid a digit down into my slit and held my sex in his sturdy hand. He pressed the heel of his palm down on my mound. A wave of tingles erupted from my nub, rippling outward.
“Your tonguing could be improved.”
“Tonguing,” I croaked.
“Mmm. So could your breath control. Deep breaths are essential. I’m sure we can come up with exercises to help—other techniques too.”
“Others?” I groaned, writhing under his strokes.
“I wouldn’t want you to gag on your mouthpiece. Very unsightly.”
As if I’d grown talons, I clawed at the pillow and dragged it to my chest. I hugged the pillow into a bundle. “My mouthpiece isn’t that big.”
“Yes, that might be a problem. You need to use something larger.” His erection, hardened and growing still, rocked in the cleft of my buttocks. “Then, there is your finger work. A strong grip, but you need to be nimble too. For example, assembling your instrument. If you twist too hard, you might damage what you’re screwing.”
“I’m used to an unoiled instrument. I could do with extra lubrication.”
“Good idea. Nothing like a smooth organ to play upon.”
His innuendos tipped me over the edge as his hand went from a playful tweaking to a serious rubbing. Then, his fine-tuning hit a pinnacle. He pinched my clit. I came, biting on the pillowcase, and his pinning leg stopped me from kicking him.
“Very good, Mausi. You are a good girl for suggesting so many ways we can improve your technique.”
I should have found his little lecture patronizing, but he’d inflamed with me lust, not irritation. He released my throbbing clit and slipped his leg off, freeing me.
“I like having sex with you. You’re passionate and my pussy has been spoiled rotten.”
He laughed. “I enjoy spoiling your pussy.” The laughter ceased. He cocked his head to one side. “That’s it?”
He’d flummoxed me with his directness. There was more raging in my head. I fought those feelings, and my ill-defined sentiments held me back from speaking. If I started to spout out about romantic stuff, would he back off? Micah had whenever I got pushy about romance, and he, as much as I tried to forget him, had become the yardstick against which I measured Stefan. I might come to regret that approach. I opted to play cautiously.
I looked away, hiding my face from him. “That’s plenty, isn’t it? Sex with you is keeping me quite busy. What am I now, your supertonic? One note up on the pleasure scale?”
I glanced back in his direction. His lips were pursed, shaping into a subtle frown. The moment our eyes locked together, his expression bounced back into a smile. Had I witnessed a glimmer of disappointment?
“Sure, my supertonic.” He gave my bottom a slap. “Up. Haven’t you got work?”
I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and sat up. “What about you?” I stared at his erection.
“I’ll keep it safe for you. The harder I am, the more tuition for you.”

Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.
Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

More Time... Or More Time to Waste?

I am still here, closing in on the two month mark of being home from work with a broken ankle. I'm able to put weight on my leg now inside the boot. And I have started physical therapy, but I am just finding the whole thing terribly frustrating. Nothing is moving as fast as I would like it too.

It is nice to do some normal things now though. I can actually walk up and down the stairs in my house instead of scooting up and down them on my butt. Showering is easier. I can make dinner. I even cleaned the bathroom this weekend with relative ease. Slowly getting back to normal.

Meanwhile, I am working on edits for a book I wrote while entirely during my "broken ankle leave from work". This is the fastest I have completed an entire book ever. Mostly due to the fact that I figure if I am home and can't do anything then I better be writing. But here is the thing I don't understand: on a normal workday I would get up, have some breakfast and then write for a half hour to forty-five minutes before going to my full time day job. You would think that now I have much more time than just a half hour to write. I should be getting so much more writing done!

The truth is I've really only doubled my word count per day. I mean doubling my result is nothing to sneeze at, I guess. But if you think about it in hours, then I am not doing too well.

I was just going to say what am I doing with my time? But then I popped on facebook and lost twenty minutes of my life. So that is what I'm doing!

Yes, I have more time, and more time to waste.

When I'm working full time and I have less than an hour to write before work I am super focused. When I have ten minutes to check my email between work and roller derby I get to it and go. When I have fourteen hours to spend endless time on the internets only stopping when my hands cramp or my butt falls asleep in the chair? Disaster. Complete disaster.

But hey, I did finish a book! Cover coming soon. And I am starting on the next. I think my time at home may be coming to an end. (Well it will be sooner rather than later, it was good while it lasted but I will be thrilled to have two working ankles again and get my ass back on skates!)

Saturday, July 11, 2015

The Spanking Aftermath~ Saturday Spankings

Happy Saturday! Every Saturday in July feels like a holiday doesn't it? Is there anyone that has nothing going on at all?

Hopefully you have some time to get some reading done as well! I know I've been trying to.

I am still sharing snippets from His Rebellious Queen. This part picks up right where I left off last week. Lyra has just received a spanking from her stern Alpha-warrior husdand Astor. She openly defied him and then started an argument in public. He was not amused.

She hopped from foot to foot and went to throw her hands back behind her, but he caught them. “No rubbing, if I take the time to discipline you, you will not rub away the results.” 
He almost expected more defiance but she lowered her eyes and bit her lip. He stood, pulling the leggings back up as he rose. Slipping his hands under her skirt he pulled them up over her hips and then cupped her backside. Through the thin material he could feel the warmth from her spanking against his hands.

She buried her face in his chest as he held her close. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, surprised at how pleased he felt that she had not reacted in anger. 

Lyra didn't expect her arranged marriage to be easy. But she also didn't think it was going to be so hard. Moving to a distant planet to become queen was one thing. Learning to take orders from her Alpha, warrior husband was quite another.

Astor knew from the moment he was appointed king there would be no other woman for him. Fulfilling a promise from his past to protect and keep her safe, he claims Lyra as his wife and queen. When she routinely skirts the rules and defies his orders, he realizes he will need to take his feisty wife in hand in the way the Cassians have done for centuries.

But when a plot for revolution follows the new queen and the secrets they're both keeping become exposed, will Astor be able to convince his rebellious queen that they are on the same side or will Lyra's trust come too little too late?

His Rebellious Queen is a sci fi romance about love, trust, and starting over.

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Friday, July 10, 2015

Spanking it Out

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Thursday, July 9, 2015

"I Prefer to Call it a Spanking."~ April Vine is Visiting!

I have April Vine on my blog today talking about her new book His Captive Bride!

Thank you so much, Casey for having me today. I’ve brought two of my favorite people with me as well. Rajeev Yuvaraj, my sexy Indian billionaire and Hayley Kent, my sweet but saucy American heroine. Together they put the spank in His Captive Bride, published by  Stormy Night Publications.

When twenty-two-year-old Haley Kent’s best friend decides to elope with the man she loves and avoid a marriage her parents have arranged for her, Hayley agrees to help. She travels to India and presents herself in disguise to Rajeev Yuvaraj, the handsome thirty-two-year-old billionaire her friend was supposed to marry. But when he discovers their ruse, the plan goes badly awry and Hayley quickly ends up as not only Rajeev’s wife but his prisoner as well.

Rajeev is no heartless tyrant, but when his new bride bites him, swears at him, and treats him with general disrespect, he decides that it is time to take her in hand. Soon enough, Hayley finds herself over her firm-handed husband’s knee for a hard spanking on her bare bottom, with more to come if her behavior makes it necessary. Yet despite his archaic views on how a wife should be kept in line, Hayley cannot resist the powerful need his dominance awakens within her. But if the opportunity to return home presents itself, will she cast aside her growing love for him, or is she truly ready to spend her life with the man who took her as his captive bride?

Publisher’s Note: His Captive Bride is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Would she leave him with a scar for life? She shuddered. He’d deserve it for marrying her against her will. “Oh? What are you going to do, send me to my room without any supper like I’m some rebellious ten-year-old because I bit you? You are holding me against my will. Or, do I have to remind you of that fact?”
“No. You deserve the kind of discipline appropriate for a woman your age.” He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. Powerful forearms, splattered with fine straight hair intrigued her more than they should.
She took a step back, placing a hand to her stomach. “Are you going to hit me?” Dread filled her stomach. God, what had she gotten herself into?
“I prefer to call it a spanking.” Done with rolling his sleeves up, he slipped his hands into his pockets and regarded her again.
The man couldn’t possibly be serious. No way. “You have got be to be kidding me, right?” She laughed so much, tears rolled down her eyes. He allowed her the amusement, just stood there with his legs braced apart, gorgeous and…staid.
She stopped laughing, bit her lip for a few seconds, and then said,“You’re serious?”
In answer, he unbuckled his belt. Moisture pooled in her pussy. No, totally wrong reaction. She had stepped backwards into an elaborate marble dressingtable. The leather swished through the loops of his trousers as he closed in on her.

Her legs couldn’t move. Her brain stalled. She watched as he held the buckle in his palm and wrapped the leather around his hand. She grazed his golden skin with her gaze and followed the contours of his wide shoulders to the powerful collarbones visible through his tie-less shirt; the angles, planes, and sinewy muscles of his chest and abdomen—not in the least concealed by the fine fabric—and lower to the impressive bulge in his pants. Hmm…what was she doing?

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Things I Learned~ Holiday Weekend Edition

This past weekend Americans celebrated Independence Day in the way Americans celebrate things. A three day weekend with barbecues and fireworks.

This was actually the first 4th of July I had off in a long time, sure it was due to a broken ankle, but it was still nice to be able to enjoy the holiday.

I did learn some things this weekend. They don't have anything to do with Independence Day (or barbecues for that matter). I figured I would share what I learned.

1. No amount of liquor will make Hot Tub Time Machine 2 a good movie. 

I know this seems like a dumb statement. But I really, really liked the first one. And I don't mind sequels that are subpar—hence the booze, but it didn't even have a plot. It was awful.

2. The amount of liquor trying to make Hot Tub Time Machine 2 a good movie will give you a massive hangover.

I'm guessing not just me, it can happen to you too, be forewarned! I should have known, right? Chances are I will never learn. I turn 33 this month and pounding margaritas still seems like a good idea every so often. The hangover is never worth it, the bounce back period is getting longer. Damn you thirties, damn you!

3. Simple is better.

Our 4th of July celebration consisted of us, two friends and their son. We had hamburgers, hot dogs, and pasta salad. It was the best day I have had in a long time. We didn't even go out to see fireworks (they shoot them off all summer here, we will catch them at a later date).

4. The term 'big boned' might be a real thing.

You know when people are trying to be nice and they call someone big boned instead of fat? I'm starting to think that's a real thing. Not that some people actually have bigger bones, but I do think sometimes you just have a body type and no matter how much you exercise or diet you aren't really going to change. I've lost a ton of muscle mass in my leg after seven weeks of not using it. My right leg looks like a skinny chicken leg next to my left leg. But my knee is still the same size. Leading me to believe if I ever did go on some crazy crash diet I would look like a knobby-kneed freak. I do not have a skinny frame. I need the fat and muscle to look proportionate.

5. One of the world's most publicly out soccer team just won the World Cup?

It's a strange headline, right? I was very into the World Cup this year. And I was over the moon excited when the US team came out on top! Then this article from Outsports from May surfaced on my facebook feed. And I thought that it was pretty cool. The last time the US Women's Soccer team won the World Cup was in 1999. I was going into my senior year of high school. Nobody was out then, it wasn't widely accepted to be gay let alone broadcast it. Then I read the article and was surprised to find the US Team is considered one of the most openly gay because they have a lesbian head coach, and three lesbian players. It doesn't seem like very many, right? But I do think the fact that there is more publicity celebrating this fact than condemning it is a step in the right direction. And maybe one day when I am watching World Cup games with my kids this won't even be a headline. It will just be what it is without anyone talking about anyone's sexuality.