Monday, November 30, 2015

Stripped and Punished~ Bound A BDSM Romance

It's my release day! I had a long and busy weekend. It was filled with lots of food and drink and friends. I hope everyone had a nice weekend, whether it was a holiday for you or not!

I am super excited about my new release today. Bound is a BDSM romance about a couple who have been together for a while, but are still trying to work things out. I really loved writing about Martin and Melissa and I hope you'll love them as much as I do!

Here is a scene from the book where Melissa's long time boyfriend and Dom is pissed off over an incident that pretty much confirms she is in danger. 

He shook his head. “Take this off,” he said, pointing at her bathing suit.

She almost rolled her eyes, it was so skimpy she was barely covered anyway. Backing up a step into the kitchen she held up her hands. “Listen to me, I can explain—”

He stepped forward, closing the space between them and then bent her over. One strong arm around her waist held her close to his hip. He smacked one ass cheek and then the other, ignoring her protests and pleas. He continued until her feet danced beneath her, her weight supported by his body.

It was like a standing up, over the knee spanking. Their bodies were close and he held her, but he paddled on without mercy. Finally, she went limp, her upper body hanging down behind him. He paused and she thought he was done, but then he peppered her upper thighs in stinging swats.

Rearing her head back, she screamed and fought against him again. When he released her, she jumped back and cupped her ass. She didn’t even have the strength to run from him, she just looked back in surprise. “Do you feel better now?” she bit out. Reason told her that back talking wouldn’t help her case, but any remorse she had felt before fled with this unjust spanking he was administering.

“No,” he replied, his nostrils flaring. “Take it off, now.”

He reached toward her bikini top and she backed up.

“Dammit, Melissa!” He stomped past her, behind the kitchen island and started opening drawers.

She hugged herself around the middle. She should run and lock herself in the bedroom, who knew what he was looking for? But a part of her wanted to see where he was going with this, she still had the feeling she only had half the story. If he would just talk to her.

Martin marched back to her wielding a large pair of scissors. He grabbed her upper arm again, digging his fingers in to keep her in place.

“What the fuck?” she screamed as he slid the metal blade between her breasts and snipped her top in half. “Stop! Wait, okay, okay.”

He raised the scissors and snipped again where the top tied around her neck. She was already shimmying her bottoms over her hips and down her legs.

He let go of her, turning to put the scissors on the counter. She looked down at the floor, the bathing suit in pieces. “That suit was $190, you maniac!”

“Maybe next time you’ll listen,” he said, walking past her toward the large dining table.

“Will you talk to me?”

He shook his head. “I’m not ready to talk yet. Come over here.” He stepped out of his flip flops and picked one up.

She took a mincing step toward him, her hands reflexively covering her bottom. “Please. I don’t even know why you’re so mad.”

“Bend over the table,” he said, motioning to it, never raising his face to make eye contact. He gave himself a test swat against his own thigh with the heavy leather and rubber flip flop he held. When she didn’t move he glared at her. “Don’t make me come get you.”

Her body almost obeyed automatically. She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she tensed her muscles and stayed where she was. “Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you’re mad at least.” She kept her tone soft, she didn’t want to argue, but he was scaring her.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and tossed the flip flop he wielded on the table. 

Something in her voice or demeanor must have gotten through to him because he walked past her. He rubbed the back of his neck, lost in thought as he exited the room. He turned into the hallway that connected the kitchen to the rest of the house.

She stood in the same spot, naked, her ass throbbing. Confusion swam through her mind. Something had happened. Something between lunch and when he found her on the beach and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was.

Martin walked back in from the hallway holding his laptop. “This, Melissa,” he said, as he put the computer down on the table, facing her. “When were you going to tell me about this?”

She glanced at the screen, it was a picture of her and the paparazzi photographer from the airport. He was mad about this? “What about it?” He was there. She glanced from him to the screen, what was she missing?

He reached out and clicked a button, and what she thought was a picture sprang to life. A video. On the internet. Of her altercation with the asshole from the airport. There was a lot of background noise and the video got fuzzy for a second, but then, clearly you could hear the man speak, “Hello, Misty.”

She blinked as the video went blurry. It took her a second to realize it was her eyes, they’d filled with tears.

“They’re after you. They aren’t after us,” he said, stepping closer to her.



Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Right now Bound is available on Amazon. It will be ready to go everywhere else in the next few days!

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Second Thoughts~ Saturday Spankings #BDSM #Spanking


Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I hope all of my American friends had a great Thanksgiving. Even if you are not American and do not celebrate, I hope you had a great week! 

My new book, Bound, will be out in just a few days on November 30th. Wind down from your holiday weekend and treat yourself!

I am essentially picking up where I left off last week. Melissa has woken up her Dom boyfriend in the middle of the night and forced his hand. She knew she needed something in order to get to sleep, but now she is questioning her decision (don't we all from time to time?).

Her ass felt like one big, giant welt. A throbbing mass of pain. It shot right to her core.

Two more in quick succession and she hissed a curse out between her teeth.

“Almost done,” Martin assured her as he rubbed the leather over her abraded skin. He lifted the belt, adjusted his aim, and then swung.

She bucked her hips and pushed against him with her legs when the belt smacked her upper thighs. “Wait!” she yelled.




Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?


Look for Bound when it hits the virtual shelves on November 30th!!

Make sure you check out the rest of the Saturday Spankers! Have a great weekend.








Friday, November 27, 2015

Always Take the Spanking

Always Take the Spanking~ A Holiday Survival Tip


I hope all of my American friends had a Happy Thanksgiving. I dubbed ours The Grand Tour. We attended two dinners and three houses. It was exhausting to say the least, but it was still a good holiday—forced family togetherness and all.

My family, probably like a lot of people's, stresses me out. There are a lot of factors, too many to name now. But it makes holidays tricky. I am normally an easy going, positive person but the thought of having to visit my family for the holidays can turn me into an anxious, snapping mess.

Mr. McKay discovered that a spanking or a drink helps out on these occasions. There has been more than one holiday where I imbibe in a drink or two before we leave for my parents house. Then all the underhanded comments roll off my back and I can grin back in the face of antagonistic remarks. 

This Thanksgiving, I was in good spirits. I had a good feeling that the day would be fine, everyone would get along. Feelings wouldn't be hurt, offhanded comments wouldn't be made, and if it did happen I felt equipped to handle it. I felt even-keeled and emotionally strong.

I announced this before we left. "So you don't want a spanking?" asked Mr. McKay. 

My tummy flipped. I mean, come on, I always want a spanking. But maybe it was that I felt like I shouldn't need one. I should be an adult and face down my family in a very adult manner.  Sure, a few weeks back he spanked me and plugged me before we left to see extended family and it made everything so much better, but I shouldn't need that every time.

"No, I think I am okay," I confirmed.

"Beer? Whisky?" His eyebrows raise in disbelief.

I had toyed with the idea of bringing of a flask. But again, what happened to my resolve to face matters head on? It's one day, split between three places, I can muster up enough sanity for a few hours...

And that is how I found the two-year-old Christmas beer wedged in the bottom of my parent's fridge about twenty minutes into our visit. 

Lesson learned. The next holiday I am taking the spanking. And packing a flask. It is the holidays after all, I should be allowed to indulge!


Monday, November 23, 2015

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too!

Thanks to Etta Stark for sharing this pic!
Mr. McKay just had a birthday. He normally isn't very happy to celebrate his birthday, but I make him suffer through it every year, and I have a sneaking suspicion he secretly likes all the fuss. I know he enjoys the cake and I always try to make it memorable.

This year I think he was a little more grumpy about it because, well, let's just say he is now of the age that he can legally run for president of the United States. I told him age was just a number and he told me that's only something old people say. (Do you see what I'm up against here?)

Since his birthday fell on the weekend, friends of ours were texting him to see what we had planned. The truth was I hadn't planned much of anything. I knew we were going to be home and I was looking forward to relaxing, just he and I.

"What should I say?" he asked when one of our friends texted wanting to know if we had anything planned.

"Well, you could tell her the truth. I thought we would just drink all day and then bang," I replied.

He shakes his head looking annoyed. "Don't tell me everything! I want some surprises."

He eventually replied that I had a full day of birthday surprises already planned out and we were just spending the day alone together. What she took that to mean, I am not sure, but I'm fairly certain she wouldn't have guessed what we were actually doing.

The greater part of our day was just normal Sunday things. I did laundry, vacuumed, made us some lunch. We lounged around and watched football. Then sometime in the afternoon we fired down some drinks. I decided it was time to bake. So I pre-heated the oven and then went upstairs to get changed.

A few years ago, Mr. McKay bought me a cute retro looking apron. This was after I baked cookies one year for Valentine's Day in skimpy underwear with a plain black apron that had grease stains on it. He figured if I was going to do such things then I should at least have the proper attire. Since then I have baked various things in my sexy apron with nothing much underneath. It's been done before, but he always enjoys it, so I figured why mess with it?

I kind of think of it as foreplay with baked goods. I'm trotting around half naked, kind of ignoring him as I am concentrating on measuring and mixing. He gets to grope and lick and taste as my hands are busy doing other things. It works out nicely for both of us. And when all is said and done we have a tasty treat waiting for us at the end of the night. 

I went upstairs and opened my drawers and boxes full of frilly things. Have I mentioned before that I have an insane amount of lingerie and pretty underwear? More than one person should own. If I don't plan out ahead of time what I want to wear I can end up lost for hours trying to make a decision.

I decided to go for some thigh highs and garters (Mr. McKay's favorite, it was his birthday after all) a black thong and a lacy black and pink bra. I carefully pulled the thigh highs on, I can't even tell you the amount of times I have tried to put these things on and I end up putting a finger or a toe through the delicate material. Then I began trying to hook them up to the garters.

Here is where I need to ask, does anyone have a trick for this? I can always attach the
ones in the front, but the backs give me problems. There has to be an easier way, right? Please share, any and all information will help me out. After close to ten minutes and working up an unladylike sweat, I left the suckers unhooked and went back downstairs.

This led to a very sexy interlude where Mr. McKay tried to help me hook my stockings to my garters. He couldn't do it either, and part of the time I think he was confused as to what he was doing because his fingers weren't touching the hooks or the thigh highs.

On to the baking. I make cookies from scratch, recently I have made muffins from scratch and pancakes. But I have attempted to make home made cakes a few times and each time it's a disaster. This is when I decided that Betty Crocker was probably a very nice woman and it isn't very nice if I besmirch her product after she tried so hard to perfect the recipe. So we make cakes from box mix here in the McKay house. I do make my own icing though and I think it adds a very nice home-y touch.

I got out all of my ingredients and began mixing them together in a big mixing bowl with the hand mixer. Mr. McKay came out to "help" me. Good thing the mix only called for three ingredients, he can be very distracting.

Once I poured the batter into the pan I popped the beaters out of the mixer and held one out to him. "Want a beater?"

At the same time I shook my ass at him, making my words sound like "Want to beat her?"

Mr. McKay is never one to disappoint. He pushed me up against the counter and spanked me with a flurry of hard, open handed smacks. Apparently we weren't worried about warming up, or easing into it—he just went right to spanking the daylights out of my in the kitchen (I'm writing this with a smile on my face, it hurt like a bitch and it was fantastic).

After I was screeching and panting and all worked up, he left me to whip up the icing. It didn't take long at all and I brought a bowl of it with me out into the living room. I stripped off my apron and knelt down in front of him and he painted me with chocolate icing. Then licked it all off.

We never made it upstairs, and somehow managed not to get icing on the furniture! After that we went out to get some dinner, because who has the energy to cook? Much later, I was curled up on the couch back in my hole-y yoga pants and over sized hoodie. We each had two pieces of cake, it was slightly over done at the edges, but still delicious. 

Mr. McKay mused what he was going to tell all of our friends today when they asked what I had planned for him.

"Tell them the truth," I said, licking icing off my fingers.

"They'd never believe me!"

I don't think that's entirely true. I think a few of them are onto us...

Saturday, November 21, 2015

A Middle of the Night Whipping~ Saturday Spankings


It's that time of the week again! Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I am delighted to say that my new book, Bound, has a scheduled release date of November 30th. It's cyber Monday, so while you do some online Christmas shopping you should buy yourself a treat.

I have a shiny new cover and blurb to unveil as well, so let's get on with it. In this part, Melissa has woken up Martin in the middle of the night because she can't sleep. She wants to fool around, he decides to tie her hands up and then use his belt on her ass. She's on her back and he's just pushed her legs up to her chest:

“Keep them up, or you’ll get extra,” he warned.

Bastard. He already knew she’d never be able to keep them raised the whole time. He did this on purpose. She wanted to call him names, but at the same time liquid gushed between her thighs. He knew exactly what she needed. And that was the very thing that was keeping her awake. “Yes, Master,” she murmured when he seemed to be waiting for a response.

His lips tilted up in the slightest of smirks, then he raised the belt and cracked it down across her ass.



Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?


Look for Bound when it hits the virtual shelves on November 30th!!

For now visit the rest of the Saturday Spankings, there are some hot snippets this week!








Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Rachel De Vine Visits! ~ New Spanking Romance

I have Rachel de Vine visiting today, she brought along some excerpts from her steamy new book That Day at the Lake!

Hi Everyone,

Casey McKay has very kindly invited me on to her blog to tell you about my new book That Day At The Lake, which I am very excited about, and I hope that you will enjoy it too.
Let me show you my cover picture first.



Adriana has adored Luca since his father rescued her from an abusive man in Naples, Italy, when she was just eight years old.  Her one wish when she was growing up was that Luca would fall in love with her and that they would marry.  However, life is never as simple as that.  Luca’s father is a Mafia member, and is killed by a gang member, and the two children are torn apart, seemingly forever.
Some years later they meet again, and Luca is now a successful businessman, but he is also involved in minor criminal activities and has become involved in a BDSM lifestyle as a Dom, and, although he is attracted to Adriana, he is reluctant to involve the shy, sexually inexperienced girl in his world.

When she was just 14, and Luca was 16, he had told her “One day, Adriana, you are going to be such a beautiful woman and men will fight over you.  I hope that I will still know you then.”  Adriana fought like a lioness to ensure that he would still know her then and, she hoped he would love her as much as she had always loved him.

Here are some excerpts from the book:
Seeing her lying naked, spread out on my bed, her wrists and ankles fastened to the corners of the bed, and wearing an eye mask, makes me rock hard.  I like to torment her by ignoring her for a while.  After ten minutes of being ignored I will hear her quiet little whisper.
“Luca, you won’t forget me, will you?”
I stand above her and do nothing except watch her closely for every little twitch or movement.  She will try and stay still, but she always fails eventually, and then I will have my excuse to spank that perfect, peachy ass of hers.

And another excerpt:
When we arrived back at my apartment, and she took off her coat, I thought again how amazing she looked.  Now she didn’t even have the protection, albeit miniscule protection, of a pair of panties, given that I had ripped them from her, and my cock hardened again.  She smiled at me.
“I hope you are not going to make me go home in the morning dressed like this.  That really would be a walk of shame.”
I leaned against the back of the couch, my arms crossed, slowly taking in the view before me.
“You know, you really deserve a thorough spanking, going out dressed like that.”
“Well then you had better give me one.  Spank me Luca.”

This is a tale of passion and crime, love and despair, which could either bring them both great happiness, or end up in the death of them both.  Join Adriana and Luca on their rollercoaster of a ride. Buy links are listed below.  Why not also visit my website at http://racheldevineuk.wix.com/rachel-de-vine for details of my other books.

Thank you so much, Casey, for inviting me to your blog.
                                 
                                Rachel de Vine



Sunday, November 15, 2015

A Kinky Choice~ Alexis Alvarez Visits!

I have my friend Alexis on my blog today, she has a new book out this week and she brought us a juicy excerpt!

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it was publish with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13th.



Blurb for Myka and the Millionaire
Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?


Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire
Not feeling so bold anymore?” Gabriel teased, as Myka stared at the assortment of items. “Wondering what I have planned? Answer me.”
Are you going to use – all of those?”
Laid out together were a leather paddle, a belt, a shiny silver butt plug, some delicate but wicked looking nipple clamps, and a few other things that she assumed were vibrator-style toys that she didn’t recognize.
Yes, eventually, if you let me. Tonight, though? We’ll pick two. I’ll pick one, and I’ll let you pick the other. What’s your choice, Myka?”
I don’t know. I –”
Myka. Choose one. Now.” His voice was firm.
I can’t –”
If you don’t choose? I will. And it might not be your secret fantasy, yes?”
Fine. I’ll choose…the paddle.” Myka felt dizzy with excitement. She’d watched it twice, she’d fantasized about it a hundred times, and now she was going to feel it for herself. But oh God, what was he going to choose?
Good choice,” he said. “I already promised I’d make your ass pink. You remember that, don’t you?”
Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Which will you pick?”
I’ll surprise you,” he said in a smooth voice, collecting up the things and depositing them in a pile on a small table near the bed. “First, though,” and he paused to pull the panties from her wrists, “let’s start by having you undress fully.”
Myka rubbed the red marks on her wrists as he settled himself in a low chair, legs spread, hands on his thighs. “Take off everything that’s left, Myka. Show me what’s mine tonight. Leave the shoes.”
Myka slowly slid off her shirt, dropped it to the ground. Gabriel held her eyes as she unsnapped her bra and slowly lowered it, and stood there before him, naked except for her shiny heels.
Nice,” he said, his voice husky. “Beautiful, Myka, you’re fucking gorgeous.” Then he nodded his head towards a chair across the room. “There’s a red tie. Go bring it to me.”
Myka took a step and he shook his head. “Hands and knees.”
Gabriel, what –” Myka started, stopped as she saw the heat in his eyes.
I think you know what I mean,” he said. “Don’t you?”
You want me to crawl?” Myka stood still, her face burning. “Seriously?”
Do I look like I’m joking?” Gabriel’s voice was light, but his eyes were intense. “You do what I say tonight or you get punished. Are you hoping for a cherry red ass instead of pink? It will be intense for your first time, but I’ll do it.” His smile was wicked, and to Myka, it was also an offer. Did she want the harder spanking? Or not?



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About Alexis Alvarez
Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family. Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism. When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels.

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

Shredding Her Panties~ Saturday Spankings


Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I am gearing up to release my next book. It's called Bound and it features the characters Martin and Melissa from my last two books. In the meantime I have another snippet from my last book Cherished (you can find Martin and Melissa in there).



She rose on shaky legs, she didn’t even have to take a full step before she was right up against Ethan’s hard thigh. Bending, she folded herself over his knee, her short sundress rising up in the back.

He slid his hand up, pushing her dress up her back, exposing her to his view. “Do baby girls get to keep their panties on for a spanking?”

“No, daddy.” Her answer was automatic. She had slipped into her role and she didn’t have to think before she responded.

“No, they don’t. Daddy’s going to spank your bare bottom.” With that he shredded her lacy panties.





Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

On sale now at Amazon

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Friday, November 13, 2015

A Sci Fi Spanking Between a Master and His Servant

Jaye is here! I love when Jaye visits, she always brings something yummy and delicious! She has a new book out, a sci fi spanking romance.

Hi Casey, thank you for the invite. I’ve brought along a spanking, naturally, but not one quite about discipline. This excerpt comes from Taken as Payment, Iona might have screwed up, but she’s hiding her emotions from Xane and that’s what is really bothering him.

Xane rested his hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. Beneath his hand, her heartbeats thumped harder. “I am your master now, Iona. That is my legal status until you return to your commune. I can give you up when I wish, you can choose to leave me, but it has to be done through the correct channels. You can’t just run off or abscond. You have to request a new post.”
“A lesser one, no doubt.”
“Probably. You’re more fortunate than some to have this post as a servant; there are far worse ones. You have me to thank for that. I asked for you.”
That admission sent a wave of tingles throughout her body. “Me?” Her voice wavered. “Why?”
“I don’t know, to be honest.” He ran his hand down her spine and started to ruffle up her dress, revealing her panties. “I’m going to spank you now. This has to be hard, Iona, because you must understand you are my responsibility, and I will protect you from the worst excesses of our city, but only with your cooperation. If you prefer to renege on this deal, you can, but you will have to go back and they will whip you.”
She smirked. “Not much of a choice, is it?”
“I should think this is much more preferable. Bend over, please.”
Having him pull down her underwear added to the growing humiliation. He left them coiled around her knees, which she’d locked together to hide any deeper inspection of her pussy. With her elbows supporting her weight, she shut her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, preparing herself for the first swipe of the spatula.
Iona had once been stung by a bee, not her bottom, but on her thigh. The sharp sting of the spatula as it smacked her ass had the same intensity as the bee’s attack. She rose up and rubbed her cheek, squawking a string of ouches.
Xane put a hand on her lower back and she found her nose pressed closer to the ebony surface of his desk. He left the weight of his hand on her back and tapped her other buttock before cracking the spatula against it. She thumped her fist on the desk.
“How many?” she asked.
As many as needed. Until you cry. When you beg for mercy. Xane said none of those things. “You tell me.”





Blurb:
When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.
Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.
Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?
Publisher’s Note: Taken as Payment is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of domination and submission. 
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Holiday Cups and Butt Sex

Have you heard of this guy Chuck Tingle? He writes these hilariously awful smut books. Maybe they aren't all that awful, who knows?

They have some great names: Gay T-Rex Law Firm: Executive Boner, Shared by the Chocolate Milk Cowboys, and Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass all come to mind.

Then he has titles that have their finger on the pulse of very hot pop culture topics. There was one about the blue and gold dress Pounded by the Gay Color Changing Dress. Presidential race? He's got it covered: President Domald Loch Ness Tromp Pound's America's Butt.

His latest is about the whole Starbucks/Red Cup saga. You've heard about that, right? As if there isn't enough going on in the world we need to have some manufactured drama. 

Anyway, I came across this on Amazon yesterday:



I'm not afraid to admit that I sit back and watch Chuck Tingle with a certain degree of awe mixed with jealousy. Not that I want to start writing books where objects are having sex with people, but the man churns these out with a scary efficiency.

While I take a few months to drag my creativeness out of the depths of my soul. I agonize over describing my alpha man to make him dominant and yummy without seeming like a dick. I break into a cold sweat about making my orgasms seem real, but not too over the top, frequent, but realistic—Tingle has somehow figured out how to shove "sizzling human on gay holiday cup action, including anal, double anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, gangbangs, bukkake, and beverage container love" into 4700 words. How? How the hell did he do that?? It takes me 4700 words to get my characters into the same room together.

Okay, I'm sure these books which he calls "Tinglers" aren't the best things you'll ever read in your life, but I did read one once. I read Gay T-Rex Law Firm, just because I was curious and thought for sure it would have to be the most awful thing ever. You know what? It wasn't. I have read way more awful things. Sure, it had dinosaurs as lawyers and ended with a semi-consensual gang bang in the board room, but it was mildly entertaining and I did read the whole damn thing.

I was talking to some author friends about this and said I feel like I should be more annoyed at Chuck Tingle. He is essentially making a mockery out of something I take seriously. But, can I really fault someone who is bringing a little bit of levity to life?

In ten years I'll probably be taking the Chuck Tingle Master Class: How to Exploit Every Kink Ever in 5K Words or Less!

Rock on with your bad self Chuck. Keep it real.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Spanked by Her Daddy~ Saturday Spankings


Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I am gearing up to release my next book, but in the meantime I have another snippet from my last book Cherished.

“That’s right, daddy’s going to spank you. You’ll be a very sorry baby girl by the time I’m done with you.” He finished rolling up his sleeves and fixed her with a look. “Come here, lay across my lap.”

She was right next to him, he could have just pulled her over and positioned her however he wanted. Something about having to rise from the couch to walk a step, just to drape herself across his knees was unnerving. Her panties dampened at the thought.

A glimmer in his eye told her he knew exactly what it was doing to her, and he was enjoying it. Damn him.







Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Fingered on an Airplane~ WIP It Up Wednesday


It's WIP It Up Wednesday!! I'm back with a little more from my soon to be released book, Bound. I already shared a few snippets from it in weeks past, but here is a little more to wet your whistle.

Bound takes place in the same world as my two previous releases Mastered and Cherished. You can read each of them as a standalone, or as a series if you like that kind of thing.

Martin has his girlfriend Melissa on a plane headed to a secret vacation destination. They had an incident in the airport involving a photographer and security, leading to a meltdown from Melissa. Martin has figured out a way to get her mind off things. Here's their rendezvous in the cramped bathroom.

Melissa cracked the door open and raised her eyebrows at him. She tried to shuffle back a step, but her feet wouldn’t move and she ended up leaning back to let him enter. “We can’t fuck in here,” she whispered.

He looped an arm around her waist, holding her close as he shut and locked the door behind them. They barely fit in the small space together, but her talk of fucking had him hardening in his pants. “You don’t think we can renew our membership to the mile-high club?”

She snorted. “No, I do not.”

He delighted in making her laugh, even if it was a scoff. They had imbibed in too many in-flight beverages and then loudly banged in a bathroom during a trip in their twenties. Looking around, he wondered how they had managed. “Pull down your pants,” he instructed, releasing her from his hold and giving her an extra inch of room.

“Why? What do you think is going to happen in here?” She rolled her eyes.

Catching her chin, he pinched until she met his eyes. “Don’t question me. Is this really how you want to start off our trip?”

She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Her chest raised and lowered as her breathing sped up.

“I have no problem being a hard ass. Is that what you want from me?”

Blinking back at him, she remained silent. A muscle jumped in her cheek. She was seething, and turned on. He knew his woman. If she wanted the big, bad, angry Dom, then he would give it to her.

“Do it, now.”

Never breaking eye contact, she unsnapped the button of her white capri pants and slid the zipper down. She waited a beat before she shoved them down her hips.

“Was that so hard?”

She scoffed and looked away.

Martin wove his hand through her hair and pulled her face close to his. Crushing his mouth against hers, he drank deep. Slipping his other hand between her legs, he felt her arousal coating her lips. “You don’t think we can fuck in here, but I bet you wish we could,” he said, pushing two fingers deep inside of her channel. 

She gasped from the intrusion. When he curled his fingers and hit her sweet spot along her front wall, she gyrated down on him. 

“Do you want me to make you come?”


I think Martin is a master of distraction, among other things!

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