A New Month of Spank A-Z~ Authorversary

I participated in the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews, last year. It was certainly a challenge, but it was fun. By the end I felt accomplished but also a little burnt out and I sort of convinced myself I would not be participating again.

The universe works in mysterious ways. I busted up my ankle and I am finding myself with far more time on my computer than I had before. And hey, I am a glutton for punishment, so why not sign myself up again?

Let's start with A, it's a very good place to start. 

In the last few months I have felt too busy to catch my breath- which is why I say the universe works in mysterious ways because I am now getting lots of work done.

I forgot an integral day though, in late April I passed by my second Authorversary without any mention at all. I saw it was coming up, and then it passed.

I published my first book Catch a Falling Star on April 17, 2013. It was a scary moment, but it was also a defining moment. 

A lot has happened since that day we hit publish. It is a day that should be celebrated, so I figured better late than never.

Here is a little snippet from Mac and Luke's first date. She may have found herself a spanker!

          Before Luke fully realized what he was doing his hand smacked down on the back of her short skirt. The resounding slap seemed to echo off the quiet apartment's walls. He didn't let go of Mac's wrist but he held his breath waiting for her reaction. Luke expected for her to unleash a fury on him, that he fully deserved, and throw him out the door.

            After what seemed like an eternity Mac turned her head and looked him in the eyes. Surprise and amusement danced across her face. “You think I need a spanking?” she asked in a throaty whisper.

            Before Luke could respond she pulled her wrist from his grasp, she was halfway across the small apartment before she threw a glance at him over her shoulder and laughed, “You'll have to catch me first.”

            That was all the invitation Luke needed.

Mac is still trying to put the pieces of her life back together ever since her ex boyfriend fled the country with the contents of her bank account. Luke Summers, Hollywood heartthrob, literally slams into her life minutes after she's fired from her job as a writer on a sitcom. Luke is immediately drawn to Mac and begins to pursue her, but she feels like she's too much of a mess for anyone to take on.
Will Luke be able to convince Mac to let down her guard and let him in?
Will Mac surrender to Luke's dominant ways and let him help her put her life back together?

Catch a Falling Star is a romantic comedy featuring a strong, stubborn woman and the domineering movie star trying to capture her heart. It also includes a bit of spanking and some good sexy fun.

Make sure you check out some other A-Zers!

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It's My Author-versary!!

It's been a year already! Can you believe it? I can't!!

Well it's been around a year I guess, not exact dates. Plus I actually published my first book before I had a blog or anything. I went a little backwards.

Right now, one year later, I have four books out. A few are selling quite well. And I have made so many friends that have changed my life in so many ways I can't even imagine what I would do now if I didn't have them.

Today I want to take you back to the beginning. How the heck did I decide to start writing spanking romance? Well, a lot of it has to do with being bored, and the rest of it has to do with being broke, so here is the unsolicited true story of the birth of Casey McKay:

Chapter One- Finding a Hobby

I was reading, a lot. I would frequent the library 3-4 times a week and I could finish a full size novel in about 2 days. I constantly had my nose buried in a book and often times was frustrated about the way the book played out. 

I was also bored. Bored of my job, unable to find a career in the field I wanted- I felt stuck. We also had limited money, so not many options of things to do in my free time. 

My husband suggested I try writing. So I set out on a mission to pen a young adult novel. It was a romance, it had zombies in it. This was late spring/early summer 2012.

Why was I trying to write a young adult novel? I have no idea. My characters kept trying to have sex. I wasn't even sure if they did that in young adult novels. I kept looking up rules, the guidelines I had to fit into to make this book of a certain genre. It stunted the writing, it didn't feel creative anymore. So like many hobbies one starts, I shelved it.

Chapter Two- The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

Failed writing attempts and avid reading aside- we were a young married couple trying to pay the bills. We were happy together, don't get me wrong, I never once doubted that we should have ended up together, but we were pretty miserable in all other aspects of life.

Neither of us had careers in what we wanted, and we were both underpaid, overworked and having a hard time paying bills on time- or paying them at all.

Do you know what sucks? Having bill collectors call day and night, filling up your answering machine with requests to call them back and make 'payment arrangements'. As if we had the money, we were just forgetting to pay them. Do you know what sucks more? When your land line gets turned off and they start calling your cell phone so much you have to switch it to silent so as to not be embarrassed at work when it keeps buzzing. (I still don't think I will ever in my life not break into a cold sweat when I hear the phone ring.)

Even suckier than all that is when your local cable/internet provider is banging on your door because you are so past due with your bill they want their shit back. I, of course, like any self respecting adult, hit the floor and army crawled behind the nearest wall.

They shut us down anyway, we still possessed the cable box and router, but  there was nothing going into it. What are two technology dependent 30 somethings to do?

Chapter Three- The Dark Days

We became resourceful. We live in a townhouse development so we are literally on top of our neighbors and some of these neighbors leave their internet access open for others to use. (Yes, that is how I am viewing it, why else would you not have it password protected?)

We could only access said internet if we were upstairs in our bedroom, tilting the laptop at a 60 degree angle (I'm not sure why, it just seemed to work better that way) and if you were ready to have some patience because the signal that was trespassing through our house was pretty weak. (See? It was trespassing, we were not at all stealing it.)

My hours got cut at work, so I suddenly had much more time to spend in our eerily quiet house. What is a person to do with a working computer and limited access to the internet?

Hey, remember when I was trying to do that weird thing, writing a book? I might give that a go!

A lack of hours at my job, a house with no internet or TV, and I penned my first full novel in about two months. But this time there was sex, oh and spanking, because I had discovered this was a genre and suddenly the flood gates of my creativity were opened!

Chapter Four- An Author is Born

My husband published Catch a Falling Star for me on Amazon. I remember being stretched out on our bed beside him (as he tilted the laptop just so- gaining enough little bars to upload my creation). The most embarrassing thing was when he went to fill in the keyword searches. 

"Give me some keywords that people can use to find your book."

"What?"

"What do you search for when you're looking for a book on your kindle?"

Oh good God! We had the rest of this conversation with my hands over my face. Because apparently I can share everything with this man, but when he is asking about my kindle searches for smut books I become a stammering idiot.

We finally got it up, a couple of- slow internet and giggle inducing keyword search topics- hours later.

Then I started my blog- yes after my book was already up.

We celebrated each and every download. Something that has not changed in a year. Thankfully there is more to celebrate now than there was then, but I still get giddy every time someone buys my book, so thanks to all of you exercising your one-click power.

Chapter Five- And the Beat Goes On

A lot has changed in a year. We can now pay our bills every month without much pain involved. There was even talk this weekend of (gasp) opening a savings account. Watch out! Next thing you know we'll be planning for our retirement. Who knew we could be so responsible and adult-like?

Some things have not changed. My husband is still my biggest supporter. I bounce ideas off of him and he is honest when he tells me which ones he thinks might work (and which ones suck- but there are no bad ideas in brainstorming).

The voices in my head have not quieted down, so I still have plenty of ideas and a lot of things in the works right now!

I just want to thank everybody. All my author friends who answer my stupid questions. All my blog readers. And of course all the people who buy my books.

I'm curious to see what another year will bring!

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Dungeon Crawl- Coat Closet Shenanigans

I'm back! Someone said I could come back :) Thanks again to Romancing the Kink for organizing this and getting it all together.

What do I have for you today? I have a little excerpt from my first book Catch a Falling Star. It doesn't really need much set up: Luke and Mac have locked themselves in a coat closet at a fancy shmance awards dinner. They get up to some shenanigans.

 Luke took a step closer and turned her around, he unzipped the back of her dress. “Dress. Off. Now.” His words came in between kissing down the back of her neck.

She could feel a dampness between her thighs as her body responded to his commanding tone. She swung back around, feeling her temper kick in, more annoyed with her body for betraying her than Luke.

“Seriously, Luke?” Mac crossed her arms across her chest. “Why are you being so bossy? I'm not here for you to order me around.”

Mac still wasn't entirely sure how she ended up in the coat closet with him to begin with. Every ounce of her had wanted to walk away. Nothing good could come of this and she knew it. But he just wore down all of her defenses and she felt all of her walls crumbling down, damn him.

Luke grabbed her face and gave her another probing kiss. “I need you Molly,” his hand held onto the back of her head, “I thought I wouldn't see you again. And now you're here, and I need you.”

She felt her heart tug at his words. He had been afraid he wouldn't see her again. She wanted to believe him and looking into his eyes, she did. Mac kicked herself again for being such an idiot. She had almost thrown it away because she was too scared.

Mac pulled herself away from Luke and stepped out of her dress. She carefully laid it over the back of a chair. Then she stood before him in her strapless bra, thong, and heels.

“Christ, Molly,” Luke's voice was hoarse when he spoke, “the things you do to me.”

Mac knew exactly what she wanted to do to him. She dropped to her knees before him and unzipped his pants. He tried to pull her to her feet, but she shook her head. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. “That's not what I meant,” Luke whispered, “you shouldn't feel like you have to-”

“Luke,” Mac cut him off, “stop talking.” She undid the button of his dress pants and pulled his cock through the front of his boxers. Mac gripped the base of his shaft in one hand while she licked the tip of his penis with her tongue. Luke let out a groan.

Mac slid his throbbing cock into her mouth and began to suck. Luke tangled his fingers into her hair. She sat back on her heels again pumping his shaft with her hand then she used the tip of her tongue to trace the underside of his penis. Luke elicited a moan followed by a gasp. Mac smiled as she took his entire length in her mouth. Working her hand and tongue in time, she could feel him start to tense up.

“Stop,” Luke said, out of breath, “I'm going to come.” Mac persisted in her work, clamping her lips tighter around him.

“Shit, Molly,” and then he let out a low guttural moan. She felt his salty sweetness hitting the back of her throat. Drinking in every last drop of him.

Luke staggered back placing his hand against a wall. “I wanted to make you come,” he sounded like a little boy who had lost his favorite toy.

Mac got up from the floor and smiled, “But I wanted to make you come,” she stepped into her dress, “you keep telling me not to be afraid of what I want.”

Thanks for coming back! Make sure you visit all the other Dungeon Crawlers for your fill of kink for the day!

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Mac's Winter Spanking

    

Brought to you by Spanking Romance Reviews & The Saturday Spankings Blog!

     Luke let himself into the apartment. It was flooded with light and sound, but that was normal now that he lived with Mac. She seemed to switch on everything in one room and then exit to the next without turning anything off. The television was on in the living room, along with all of the lights. He could hear music playing in the kitchen and the sounds of her talking on the phone. She was cooking, he paused to sniff, no, she was burning something. He didn't care, he was starving and tired and he missed her.

     

     He placed his suitcase next to the couch and looked around. The apartment was freshly cleaned, she'd even put all the Christmas decorations away. Cleaning was not one of Mac's favorite things to do. Before catching his flight back to New York from LA he was treated to some salacious pictures on a tabloid website of his errant fiancee. He did not approve of public displays of intoxication, like dancing on tables. He guessed the tidied apartment and home cooked meal was supposed to get her back into his good graces.

     

     He walked into the kitchen. She couldn't hear him approach over the music. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head. She let out a startled shriek, then giggled and swatted him away, saying goodbye to the person on the phone.

    

      “You scared me half to death!” She was still laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body close to his.

     

     “Sorry.” He leaned down and kissed her. He peeked past her at the pots bubbling on the stove. The counters were covered in cutting boards and spices. “What are you making?”

     “Arrgh,”she moaned. She flipped a spoon into the sink. “It started out as one thing, seriously though, thirty minute meal my ass! It took me thirty minutes to chop the freaking vegetables.”

     He leaned against the counter and listened as Mac continued her tirade about cooking times and burning cream sauces. He scooted her onto a stool at the kitchen island and began completing what she started, cleaning as he went. He opened them both a beer and shrugged off her protests that she had been trying to cook for him. If he wanted any chance at a meal that wasn't over cooked, he was smart to finish it himself.

     

     “You did all the hard stuff, babe. You know I hate chopping. Tell me about your day, I was cooped up on a plane all day.”

She smiled back at him and settled onto the stool, more than happy to talk rather than cook.

     Within minutes he had them tucked into some sort of pasta dish with vegetables and a light sauce. He didn't know what her original intention had been but he made them an edible dish.

     “You cleaned up. The apartment looks good,” he said between bites.

A blush crept across her cheeks and it confirmed his suspicion that she had been cleaning right up until he walked through the door. The scent of lemon pledge still hung in the air. His girl was nothing if not last minute.

     “Thanks.” She pushed her vegetables around on her plate.

     “What?” He put his fork down and picked up his beer, waiting for Mac to spill what she had on her mind.

     “I just changed my mind about writing last night. So it was my own decision and you shouldn't be upset and I think there should not be any spanking.”

     He couldn't hold in the laugh that bubbled up.

     “Stop laughing at me.” She folded her arms and glared at him.

     He took a deep breath and tried his best, but he started laughing again. Until a piece of Italian bread bounced off his head. He looked up to find Mac with a self satisfied smirk on her face.

     “You're not laughing now.”

     “Don't throw food. What are you, three?”

     She opened her mouth, already forming a snotty retort, he was sure, but she stopped when he stood up. Luke picked up his plate and walked it to the sink, he turned back and pointed at the bread on the floor.

     “Pick it up.”

     “You pick it up.” She put her hands flat on the table as if she were readying herself to run. He was in no mood for games tonight, she was torquing him up on purpose and he wasn't sure why.

     “I'm going to take a shower. Finish your dinner and come get ready for bed.”

      “What? It's early and I'm not tired.”

     “Molly.” He said her name as a warning.

     She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't respond as he walked past her towards the bedroom.

* * *

     Mac sat on the bed and pulled the comforter up around her bare legs. She just had one of Luke's t-shirts on, ready for bed as requested. She had lingered cleaning up in the kitchen as long as she could. But when she heard the shower switch off she bolted into the bedroom and shed her clothes. Now she sat waiting. What was taking him so long?

     She should have brought a book with her. Something to occupy her while she waited. She debated running into the living room for some reading material, but just then the bathroom door clicked open. Luke emerged in a cloud of steam. He had on a gray t-shirt and some black sweatpants. But the man looked delicious in everything he wore.

     He came over and pulled her up out of the bed. She shivered against the cool air in the room. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and then pulled her against him, running his hands up and down her body. She reached up and found his lips with hers, she wound her arms up around his neck but he stepped back. He glanced down at her underwear and his lips quirked in a smile.

     “What are those?”

     “It's Wonder Woman.” She smiled at him.

     “So I see.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take them off.”

     “Luke!” She had the urge to stomp her foot.

     He raised his eyebrows at her in response. She could tell his patience were thin. He must be tired, and this did not bode well for her argument. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs.

She shivered as his eyes raked over her body. She reflexively crossed her arms over her hardened nipples. He was dressed and she was naked, it always did something to her, a familiar heat built up. She didn't have much time to think about it because he pulled her in and flipped her across his thigh, resting her upper body on the bed. He got two hard smacks in before she found her voice.

     “Wait, stop!”

     Thankfully he paused, that normally didn't work. She scrambled for something to say.

     “I thought we were going to talk.”

     “We are.” A simple matter of fact answer followed by a set of smacks to her sit spots.

     She clawed at the comforter and uselessly tried to dodge the smacks. Did the man not understand what a warm up was? She was having a hard time keeping herself still. He stopped and rubbed the same spots he had just been punishing.

     “So let's talk.”

     She popped her head up at this and tried to push herself up. 

     He pushed her back down, “No, you stay there.”

     She huffed out a breath, she knew what this kind of 'talk' was.

     “What did you promise me when I was leaving?”

     Oh an easy question, she could do this, “That I would clean up the apartment.”

      “And you did a really good job. What else?”

     Now it got harder, “Um, that I would stay on my writing schedule.”

     “Did you?”

     “Sort of.”

     His hand smacked down on her right cheek and left a sting in it's wake. “Want to try again?”

     He laid the same stinger down on her left cheek and she cried out.

     “Okay, no, I didn't.”

     He spanked her six more times, alternating back and forth.

     “I'm allowed to change my mind, that was my own goal and I don't think you should spank me for it. I decided to stay out with Daisy, I can do that if I want to.” She sounded like a petulant child even to her own ears. She should just stop talking.

     “Oh yes, you're night out.” He spoke slowly as he caressed her naked butt. There was a touch of humor in his voice. He was enjoying this. “Let me ask you a question. Should I have to open up my computer to find pictures of my fiancee drunk table dancing?”

     She wasn't answering. She had four snappy comebacks floating around in her head and she didn't trust what would fly out if she opened her mouth. He was going to spank her no matter what she said anyway.

     He gave her two quick slaps to the backs of her thighs and she danced up on her toes.

     “Molly?”

     

     Nope, her lips were sealed.

     Luke slid his hand between her legs and she tensed, when his finger found the wetness between her thighs she groaned. He slowly trailed his finger along her and she writhed over his lap.

     “I asked you a question.”

     His hand was gone and she felt him pulling her cheeks apart. She jumped when she felt his finger, slicked in her own wetness, prodding at her anus.

He pushed his finger into her and she felt him up to his knuckle. “Ahh,” she moaned and lifted her head from the mattress.

     “Should I have to see that?”

     He pumped his finger in and out as he gave her smart slaps with his left hand, his non-spanking hand, so they were lighter in intensity. Her whole body felt warm from the fire he was building on her ass. She felt his hand between her legs again and he flicked her clit while he pumped his finger again.

She groaned and shifted her hips, wanting him to help her find a release.

     “Answer the question.”

     “No.” She breathed out. “You shouldn't have to see that.”

     He pulled his finger out and slid out from under her, so she was laying over the side of the bed. She heard the rustle of his clothes and then he smacked her ass, hard. She heard him slide the drawer in the night stand open. The click of the top on the bottle of lube and then he was pushing himself into her. She cried out in pleasure, feeling suddenly too full, his erection pushing past her tight ring. His hand came down and worked her clit. She arched her back, lifting herself to him, taking all of him in.

     He steadied himself with a hand on her hip, thrusting into her with an urgency she hadn't seen coming. She came in a frenzy, all of her emotions cresting, she felt tears running down her face.

     Luke collapsed onto her back, he kissed the side of her neck. “The next time you're dancing on a table it better be a private show.” He brushed her hair back from her face and turned her head to look at him. “For me.” As if she needed the clarification.

     Later still, Mac was freshly showered and snuggling into bed in Luke's arms. She was happy they had reconnected and he wasn't actually angry with her. She was just drifting off to sleep when she was jostled in his arms. He reached over her and slid the nightstand drawer open. He rummaged for a few seconds then plunked the little wooden paddle on top of the nightstand. He slid the drawer closed and settled back in.

     “Um, what's that for?”

     He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Tomorrow. I think we need to have a talk about throwing food.”

     Mac's eyes widened as she was rocked by Luke's deep chuckle.

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Reality vs. Fiction- The Shower Scene

I love a happy ending. I love some light hearted comedy. The boy gets the girl, (maybe he spanks her, that's always a plus) they make hot passionate love and then live HEA. Does this story get boring? Not to me, and probably not to a lot of readers and movie goers who shell out lots of cash annually to be told this story again and again.

So, I am writing a new book. Does the boy get the girl? Yes! He totally spanks her (because it's my book, I'll do what I want). They make hot passionate love, yay! There's also zombies and maybe a witch or two- because why not?

I am writing, I am trying to make my plot move along, I am trying to make it believable that two people would take the time to get it on while they are in the midst of fighting zombies. I'm doing a lot of “If this were me in this situation, would I throw out a flirty comment before or after I bash the zombie's head in?”

I know, it's ridiculous, but I guess that's the difference when you live in real life versus living in a book. (By the way, was that an option somewhere? Because I think we all chose poorly.)

The fact of the matter is, real life is not always that sexy. At least not around here, if you are having romance novel sexual encounters, then I am jealous. I wrote a part of my last book Catch a Falling Star where the two main characters are in the shower. I remember thinking “What's it like when we shower together?” The hard reality is shower blow jobs= soap in the eyes, or water in the ears, or not being able to breath because I don't have gills. The shower floor is slippery, one or both of us almost falls. The hot water runs out, the water is too hot, too cold, not hitting me, not hitting him.

Mostly, we hardly ever shower together anymore, too much nonsense. But the characters in my book made it look easy-

He shut the door softly behind him and wasn't surprised when he heard Mac come in the bathroom a few minutes after him. She stepped out of her clothes and slipped into the shower behind him. Luke held in a laugh as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his back, “I'm sorry,” her voice was muffled.

Luke turned around and switched their positions to guide her under the shower head. “I'm just trying to deal with something and figure things out, it's making me a little bitchy,” Mac sighed under the pulsating water. He held in a sigh, knowing that their new relationship was already falling into a pattern he didn't wish to keep repeating.

He knew his answer before he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” she answered quickly, “it's no big deal.” He felt like they had had this conversation at least 4 times this week. It always ended with Mac using sex to distract him, well maybe he would turn the tables and use it to get her attention. She went to reach past him for the body wash, but he caught her arm and pressed into her with the length of his body, suffocating her in a kiss. Mac wrapped her hand around his stiff penis and looked up into his face, “I thought your run would have tired you out.”

“No way,” he said as he laced his fingers in her hair, “endorphins are pumping through me. It's better than a cup of coffee.”

Mac started sliding her hand up and down his cock, “What do you want to do?” she whispered in his ear.

Luke stilled her hand and looked right into her eyes, “I want you to talk to me.”

She looked back him, confused, “Well I know what I want to do with my mouth, and it doesn't involve talking.” Mac started caressing his cock again and began sinking to her knees.

I am wishing you all sexy shower scenes today- where the hot water never runs out!

http://www.amazon.com/Catch-a-Falling-Star-ebook/dp/B00CF12U3C/

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Talk Dirty (Laundry) to Me

Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend. I could lament that I don't really have weekends because I work Saturdays, but mine was actually really nice. Got to see some friends, won a raffle at the racetrack, and the weather turned out nicer than expected. Also, Natasha Knight posted an excerpt from my book Catch a Falling Star on her blog! If you missed it go check it out.

     I'm glad the weekend turned out to be fulfilling because the week itself felt like a series of missed opportunities with my husband. I actually hate when we 'plan' on having sex because it just never seems to work out that way. We are big on sexting. We've been known to go back and forth all day long sending suggestive messages throughout the work day. Sometimes this is the best foreplay ever, we get home from work and are practically tearing each other's clothes off. But some other times its like too much build up. We've been talking about it all day, talking about having sex, planning on it happening. And then we both get home, and we forgot to defrost something for dinner, we're tired and crabby and hungry. No one wants to go to the food store, but we have nothing for lunches tomorrow, and we're out of milk, again! And oh yeah, the sex, right, about that... oh, you want to postpone? Yeah, I'm okay with that.

I think this is why I am addicted to romance novels, they very rarely have day to day bullshit impeding their sex lives. I guess once in a while it happens in a story, but it's usually there to add conflict to the plot and make it spicier. I may read and write romances, but I am not living one.

     I spent my Saturday morning ignoring my husband and reading all the Saturday Spankings on everyone's blogs. Then I went to work. My husband and I didn't really talk all day because I was busy at work and he was out running errands.

     We had no definite plans for the night. So of course I was hoping we could relax, eat dinner, maybe have one thing lead to another. No planning, just seeing where the night took us. Then our friends texted and wanted to get together in 20 minutes to watch the hockey game. (Luckily with these friends 20 minutes really means 45.)

     My husband looks up from his phone. “You want to go?”

     I shrug my shoulders, seeing my night of seduction go up in flames, again. But we used to have a tight group of friends that we saw multiple times a week, now we're lucky to get together once a month, I really didn't want to say no.

     “Sure.” Is my half-hearted response.

     “We probably have time, want to go upstairs?” My husband suggests.

     I am off the couch like a shot, my husband quickly at my heels. “Lock the door!” (They live in our neighborhood, don't want an embarrassing drop-in.)

     The windows in our bedroom are wide open, but its about 9pm so its dark enough so no one can see us with the lights out. After flicking the light on for about five seconds to be sure no cats are on the bed, we slam the door shut and proceed. Sure, windows wide open, quickie in the dark wasn't really where I thought this night was going, but now I want this!

      My husband has my pants off and is pushing me towards the bed before I know what's going on. He puts his hand down and realizes his belt is laying on the bed.

     “Oh, I don't think we'll have time for this tonight,” he says. Yes, because now every time I leave something out he thinks I mean for him to spank me with it. Not that I'm complaining, but it's normally not my intention.

     I tell him I didn't leave his belt on the bed, he says he was wearing it today with his cargo shorts.

“I just threw a load of wash in, I took your belt out of your shorts.” I try to get all the laundry done Saturday night so I am not spending my Sunday off doing wash all day.

     Then he starts complaining that he only had them on a few hours today and they weren't dirty. He turns the light on, I dive behind the bed.

     “Seriously! I have no pants on and the windows are open!” I am so annoyed. He turns the light back off. Continues talking about how his stupid shorts were clean.

     What is happening right now? Now I'm getting super sensitive and defensive over the laundry situation. I tell him he could at least thank me for doing the laundry, it's not my freaking job.

     He gets very close to me, backing me up until the back of my legs hit the bed, “Thanks for doing the laundry.” This does not sound at all sincere.

     “I don't feel like doing this right now.” I fold my arms in front of my chest and try to side step him. But its dark, and he's bigger than me, and I end up on the bed instead of storming out of the room.

     I'm ready to tell him to go to hell, I am so pissed right now. But now his hand is in my panties, and holy shit am I wet. When did that happen? He knows right where to touch me (damn him), I end up coming quickly and with so much force that I am wondering if our argument just served as foreplay? Is that a thing?

I am still coming back down when he positions himself between my legs and goes down on me, I start to tell him to stop, but thankfully shut my mouth. I almost start giggling because I realize my head is hanging upside down off the side of the bed. The blood is kind of rushing to my head, and I'm having a hard time taking a full breath, and then I have another intense orgasm.

     I push him back on the bed so he's laying down. He helps me get his shorts and boxers off and then I get busy giving him a blow job. I don't care about anything anymore. Laundry, visiting friends, the wide open windows. I just want to make him come. I am overcome with lust, this is the only thing in the world I want to be doing right now (I honestly thought I would never say that, just the thought of oral sex grossed me out.     But now I really love giving my husband blow jobs). I bring him to climax and collapse onto the bed next to him.

     We lay there in the dark for a minute before finding our clothes and heading off to our friends'. We were both much more relaxed, and the laundry eventually got finished.

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Saturday Spankings: Spank Me- Maybe?

     This is a snippet from Catch a Falling Star. Mac is on her first date with Luke and she has never been spanked before, but she has certainly fantasized about it. This follows the chase scene I posted a few weeks ago. 

     She knew he was teasing her, he was smiling and looked innocent enough, but her ass already stung and he had only smacked her twice. Mac had always fantasized about being spanked. Having a man roughly push her over his knee and spank her to tears. She was too embarrassed to admit this to anyone. One time she had drunkenly tried to get her ex-boyfriend to spank her, but when he had looked at her like she was a freak she had laughed it off and told him she was joking. But that didn't stop her from finding stories online, devouring dozens in a night and then having marathon masturbating sessions, good thing she lived alone.

     But now, laying in the middle of her bed, Luke standing over her devouring her with his eyes, she was having second thoughts. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the end of the bed, Mac started flailing and bunched the comforter into her hands trying to stop Luke from dragging her. “Wait!” she finally squeaked out.

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Saturday Spankings- Shut Up, Woman

This is another little peek of my book To Catch a Falling Star. Luke has just discovered that an acquaintance of his harassed Mac when she was in college. He wants to defend her, even if it did happen ten years ago.     

      “Mac, he shouldn't be able to get away with this,” Luke tried to get around her but she stood her ground.

     “He didn't. Daisy and I got him back,” Mac put her hand in the middle of his chest and tried to push him back a step, but he was like a brick wall, “we made his life hell and he transferred schools. Now let's go to bed.”

     Luke looked down, she forgot how much taller he was than her when she wasn't wearing heels, “You're being very bossy,” she thought she saw a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he spoke, “I thought I was the one who called the shots.”

     “Of course you are,” she gave him an innocent grin and bat her eyelashes, “You're always in charge. I'll let you lead the way, up to bed.”

     She shrieked as she was suddenly upside down and over Luke's shoulder. She swatted at his butt and laughed as he carried her up the stairs, “You're acting like a caveman.”

     “Shut up, woman,” Luke responded as he smacked her butt and made her shriek again.

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Self-Editing

I got my first review! My stages as a self published author so far have been:

1. I wrote a book! (excited, self accomplished)
2. My husband and I e- publish it. We published a book! (still excited)
3. I sold a book! (excited, someone's reading it)
4. I sold another book! (still excited)
5. Reality sets in, people are reading my book! (anxiety, self doubt)
6. People I don't know are reading my book! (complete self doubt)
7. What if people don't like my book? (freaking the hell out)

I feel I should enter a side not here that my husband has been awesome through this whole process, there's been a lot of “talking me down from the ledge” lately. I am sure this will get old very soon, so I've been trying to keep it together.

     I've also been working on a work in progress I've been trying to start for a while, my husband keeps calling it “Downton Abbey Porn”. I love historical romances, I love to read them, so why not write them? But it seems the past two weeks every time I sit down to write the self-doubt monster rears it's ugly head and all my creativity is zapped.

But then I got a review on Goodreads!! And it's good! They like my story! But I have typos... embarrassing. I did edit the book myself, but I guess when you've read something over and over you just don't pick up on things, because I know what it's SUPPOSED to say. I also totally understand how annoying this is from the reader's perspective. I read a lot and I've read e-books that have been self published that were riddled with errors, it rips you out of the story, they're distracting. I am simultaneously embarrassed and excited. Embarrassed that I have mistakes, so excited that someone liked my book.

I will be re-editing and I guess taking down and then putting back up the book (that's really on my husband, who is not thrilled, but I guess that will make me edit more carefully next time).

On a brighter note I got a lot of progress done on my work in progress this morning. So maybe my little freak out is over, although I am sure it won't be the last.  

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Saturday Spankings- Another Tease!

     Last week I gave you a tease of Luke and Mac from Catch a Falling Star on their first date. This part I am sharing today is a few weeks after that. Their relationship is still new and Luke is having a hard time getting Mac to open up to him. Mac thinks she's doing a good job handling her problems on her own, but she finds that Luke will only be pushed so far. She's been evading his questions about her snappish and moody behavior and she’s reluctant to talk about what’s on her mind. In this selection Mac has just tried to distract Luke in the shower, and she is extremely pissed off that he didn't succumb to her methods.

            Luke reached down and ripped the towel from her body. She yelped out in surprise and he pulled her towards the bed with him, “Luke!” was all she got out before he had her turned over his knee, with her upper body on the bed and her legs kicked out behind her.

            He had already laid down four hard smacks with his hand before she started trying to struggle against his arm around her waist. He stopped with his hand resting on her cheeks, still warm from the shower. “Are you ready to talk?” his tone sounded like they were splitting a muffin over the Sunday crossword.

            “No,” she bit out and unsuccessfully tried to wriggle out of his hold.

            “Have it your way,” he said and started spanking her right where her butt met her thighs. Mac cried out and let fly a string curses that would have made a sailor blush.

           

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My First Saturday Spankings!!!

It's my first time participating in Saturday Spankings!! Thanks for visiting my blog and helping to deflower me :)

This little bit is from my book Catch a Falling Star. Luke is an actor who's career has recently taken off and Mac is an unemployed script writer who's life is spiraling out of control. The following is from the night of their first date. Luke had taken Mac out to dinner earlier in the evening and now they are back at her apartment. Even in their short courtship the sparks are already flying between them, Luke started lecturing Mac about taking more of a concern in her personal safety, and she is having none of it. But Luke feels like he has a point to make, and he only knows one way to make it...

Before Luke fully realized what he was doing his hand smacked down on the back of her short skirt. The resounding slap seemed to echo off the quiet apartment's walls. He didn't let go of Mac's wrist but he held his breath waiting for her reaction. Luke expected for her to unleash a fury on him, that he fully deserved, and throw him out the door.

            After what seemed like an eternity Mac turned her head and looked him in the eyes. Surprise and amusement danced across her face. “You think I need a spanking?” she asked in a throaty whisper.

            Before Luke could respond she pulled her wrist from his grasp, she was halfway across the small apartment before she threw a glance at him over her shoulder and laughed, “You'll have to catch me first.”

            That was all the invitation Luke needed.

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