Anonymous Hotel Sex~ #WipItUp Wednesday

Hello my friends! It has been ages and ages since I've been a part of Wip It Up Wednesday. I thought it was about time to share something I've been working on.

I'm trying my damnedest to get the end of Masters of Fetishes Book 4 finished up. This one revolves around Dani, who was a minor character in Bound, Book 3 of the series.

You don't have to have read Bound in order to enjoy Dani's story, but Book 4 is not quite finished yet, so you have some time to read the first three if you need to catch up!

I'm hoping for a March release (fingers crossed that I can get it all done in time). In the meantime, here is the opening of the book. Dani dabbles in BDSM, but has decided going to clubs is not her scene. So what's a girl to do? She sets up sessions online with a mysterious man, whom she meets at a hotel for some anonymous sex.

Here's an excerpt from Masters of Fetishes, Book 4- tentatively titled Claimed.

Dani shook as he circled behind her. She wanted this. Craved this. It was the anticipation that killed her. And he was good at drawing out the moment. That’s what she liked about this arrangement, he ticked all her boxes. He seemed to be more familiar with what would turn her on than even she was. He was so in tune with her—they were in tune with each other. It was too good to be true. Almost.

It would have been too good to be true if they were in some sort of relationship. Sometimes she let her mind wander and imagine what it would be like to have a man like him all the time. Could she live with this intensity every hour of the day?

“Ask me for it, gorgeous.”

He brought her back to the present, away from her childish fantasies of turning her hired Dom into boyfriend material.

“If you’re a good little girl and you beg the way I like, maybe I’ll let you come tonight.”

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That's it for now, just a little teasing taste!

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Reveling in His Bonds- WIP it Up Wednesday

Welcome back to WIP it Up Wednesday! Last week I gave you a sneak peek of my new yet to be titled contemporary spanking romance. I still need a title-- it's saved on my computer as "Caitlin and Simon" so that is what we shall call it!

Our duo has just reunited again after their awkward 'morning after' encounter where we found them last time. Simon has not found another reason to threaten a spanking yet, but I am sure there is more of that to come, for right now Caitlin and Simon are just addressing some basic needs.

She straddled his hips, her knees digging into the cushions on either side of him. She rocked herself over his denim covered erection and felt his unmistakable length pressing against her.

Simon moaned into her mouth as she continued rocking. He wound one hand in her hair and tugged her head back, disconnecting their kiss, but continuing his own journey kissing down her neck, sucking and nipping as he went. His hand held her in place, gentle pressure on her scalp as he tugged harder. His other hand snaked around her hips and clamped her against him, stilling her movements.

"Keep that up and I'll come in my pants," he murmured against her as he continued his assault down her throat.

She let out a sound, something between a moan and a growl, her movements limited from his strong hands on her body. She could no longer rock her hips, and her head was bent back at an odd angle from his hand in her hair. But instead of being uncomfortable she reveled in his bonds. She didn't have to think about what move to make next. He was making all the moves for her, she just had to sit back and let it happen. Her pussy gushed as his tongue found the dip in her cleavage.

Still in the works and still unedited, so please be nice!

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The Spanking She Earned-- WIP it up Wednesday!

Hi! Welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday! I didn't even know this was a thing, but now I am all signed up and joining. Look at me, I am such a joiner!

This is from my new work in progress. It is yet to be titled. It's also yet to be edited, and might change...

I actually normally never share stuff from WIPs because it makes me feel like I am letting people into my house and I forgot to put pants on.

This time is a little different though, I am almost finished writing this one, and I actually know how it's going to end! Unheard of around here! Normally I pull up straight to the end and I'm thinking "Boy, I hope these crazy kids can work it out..."

Okay, enough chit chat. Let me set this up for you. Caitlin lives next door to Simon. He is actually friends with her roommate and the two have been nothing more than casual acquaintances-- which makes it awkward when Caitlin wakes up in Simon's bed the morning after a wild party.

"I'm moving in with Amanda, well, just moved in yesterday, so I guess I'll see more of you." She smiled, but when he didn't respond she shifted on the edge of the bed, her hands nervously twisting in her lap. 

When she moved to stand he caught her arm. "The next time I have to save you, there will be consequences."

She let out an uncomfortable laugh, "What?"

"That's the problem with girls like you, they don't know their own limits."

"The problem with girls like me?" Indignation laced her voice, she puffed her chest up, which was cute as she was swimming in his t-shirt and her hair was a halo of frizz around her head. She pulled her arm out of his grip. "I can take care of myself."

"I'm sure you can, but I'm warning you. The next time you get yourself into trouble like that I might just give you the spanking you earned."

Her eyes went wide and her face flushed red.

He expected a retort, why had he just said that? Yes, he wanted to paddle her bottom until it was cherry red. She had no business drinking so much and putting herself in harm's way. But he barely knew this girl, if she told him to go to hell it would be merited.

She stepped around him, "I need to go," she mumbled, as she scurried out his bedroom door

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He didn't even hear her feet on the stairs before the front door slammed shut behind her. He shook his head, it figured, he finally got a pretty girl in his bed and she flew out the door the next morning without a second glance.

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Keep Moving- It's Science!

I passed my one year anniversary of my first publication last month, so obviously this makes me a great authority on the writing process. I will tell you this, once that first book came out I had a really hard time writing a second one. I couldn't find the time, and when I did I wasn't feeling inspired. It still feels like I tore that one out of me, wrenched it from my mind and somehow formed words on the page, but it took an eternity. I never want that to happen again so I am imparting some advice from another area of my life to keep myself on track.

There is one phrase that gets repeated over and over during my roller derby practices- Keep your feet moving.

You can hear girls shouting it to each other, urging each other on as we're doing endless sprints around the track. It gets yelled at me more than once each practice, by more than one teammate. And in turn I will encourage other girls the same way.

It's the law of motion- an object in motion will remain in motion until stopped by some other force (I'm paraphrasing here). So if you are so tired that you are just coasting on your skates, the friction of your wheels on the track will eventually slow you down, until you stop.

I have found the same to be true for writing. A little over a year in, I am still pretty new to this writing game. I try to fit in time around my full time job and all the other things I have going on. I have noticed though that if I completely stop writing for a few days, then it takes me longer to get back to it. Even if I just open my newest work in progress and edit the last chapter I wrote, it stays fresher in my mind for when I do have the time to sit down and write.

If I know I will have thirty minutes before work the next morning, I will try to re-read what I have written so far the night before, so I can get right to it.

Keep your feet moving.

You don't want to coast, because then you end up slowing down. And the last thing you want to do on those last few laps is work harder to pick your speed back up.

Keep your feet moving, your jello legs will thank you later.   

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Writing Process Blog Hop

My good friend Natasha Knight tagged me in this blog hop! She is awesome and I do everything she tells me to do :)

What am I working on now?

Right now I am working on finishing up a Historical Spanking Romance called Emmaline's Groom. I realized that I started writing it last May. Hey, things happen, I got caught up in other stuff. I am glad I am almost finished and should have it out before the year mark of when I started it!

It's about a daughter of an English Marquess who falls in love with one of the servants at her manor. There is love, sex, spankings, a failed kidnapping plot, a shoot out- it's got a little bit of everything.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I don't know how my work really differs. I think every author has their own unique way of telling a story. I like to interweave some humor into my writing, even if it is not a particularly comedic book. There are other authors that also do this and I always appreciate it when I read it. I think humor can be found in everyday life, so it only makes sense to me that my characters would end up in humorous situations.

Why do I write what I do?

I started writing because I was bored. No, really. We had a period of a few months where we didn't have any cable or internet in our house. I got bored of reading and tired of buying books that I thought were 'just okay'. I sat down and wrote a book I would like to read.

I write spanking romance because that is what's featured in my fantasies. Even if I read a book that has no sex or spankings in it I will re-imagine it and think up scenes with spanking that would fit into it. I do this with movies and TV shows as well, nothing is safe!

What is my writing process?

At first I was thinking I don't have a writing process. I can't outline. Well, I can physically write an outline, but I never follow it.

From start to finish, this is what it looks like. I think up a scenario, some fantasy I am working out in my head. Then I figure out characters. Their backgrounds. How they meet, what they want from each other.

Sometimes I bounce ideas off my husband. Sometimes I bounce them off other author friends. But I always think it through completely before I even start writing. Once I finally sit down to write the characters are just dying to get out there and do something. Which is why the outline never works, they have their own agenda!

I have to write beginning to end. I can't write scenes or write the end before the middle. I might have an idea of a later scene, but I have to write everything leading up to it first.

I almost never know how my book is going to end, until I get towards the ending.

As for the actual physical writing. I get most of that done in the mornings before my full time job. On my days off I try to devote a couple of hours to writing. If I am writing at night it means I really needed to get something down on the page, but most times when I read it in the morning I end up changing it.

I used to beat myself up over word counts and productivity and worrying that other's were cranking out books faster than I could type. But I think I have come to a place where if I can just get out what is in my head, let the creative juices flow, and have a good time doing what I am doing- then life is pretty sweet. 

Thanks for stopping by to check out my thoroughly awesome writing process!

I have tagged the wickedly funny Claire Collinsgrove. She will be posting about her writing process next Monday, March 3rd.

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What's In a Name?

I wouldn't call myself a veteran writer. But I do have two books out and a few in the works right now. I feel like this is enough experience for me to bitch about something I find to be the most annoying, awful, impossible, and utterly important thing about writing. Finding a damn title.

I would love to think it doesn't matter. Sometimes I think I genuinely do not care what a book is titled.

If I have read a book by an author and enjoyed it, I will read another. Regardless of title or book cover, sometimes I don't even read the blurb. Oh, it's the latest by so and so? I will pick it up.

There have been times I wished I could just title my books:

Please Read This One It Took Me A Long Time to Write It

Spankings and Sex

A Happy Ending, No Creepy Characters!

It's hard to think up a title that will hook a reader, or at the very least not drive a reader away.

I feel I have become more conscious of this now that I am writing and titling my own books.

Which leads me to a point I think I discovered a week or two ago. A vague title that doesn't really label a book in one way or another is probably better than a completely misdirected title.

Here is what happened-

I read a lot of spanking romances (shocking, I know). I was feeling like reading something with a different flavor. Maybe slightly more BDSM-y. But not weird, dark and creepy. Sometimes I pick up a straight up BDSM book and it has a tendency to scare me rather than make me hot, you know? No fault of the author's, just different tastes for different people.

Anyway, I was feeling a little burnt out on the saccharine/ sweet spanking romances I have been reading by the boat load. Sometimes I like a little bondage, nipple clamps, kidnap scenario or a heavier D/s relationship to go along with the spanking.

I search through the Kindle store and find a book in the BDSM genre, the title did reel me in a bit. Then I read the blurb and some reviews just to make sure it wasn't going to be on the scary side as opposed to the romance side.

I won't say what the actual title of the book was because I don't want to seem like I am calling someone out. The fact is I LOVED the book. I just think it was a terrible title.

For argument's sake let's say it was called The Master's Lair - the title kind of hooked me in, and then I read the blurb and reviews, it sounded like a BDSM heavy romance. I wanted to give it a try!

Based on title here is what I thought I was going to read:
A BDSM romance, where there is a Master, who also has a Lair. And there is a girl that he takes to said lair and lots of kinky shit happens.

Here is what a read:
A really sweet romance between this regular guy, who also happens to be a Dom at a BDSM club. And a woman with a troubled past.

They barely went to the 'lair', there was hardly any kinky shit, the book did not live up to it's to title.

But do you know what? It was a great book! I was annoyed at the title for two reasons.

1. I would never have picked this book up if I wasn't specifically looking for something different. It turned out to be very much the same of what I have been reading, but it was an awesome book all the same.

2. I am afraid that readers who normally read more from the BDSM genre will be annoyed when they read this book and it is not what they expected.

Although, judging by the amount of reviews, and specifically the amount of good reviews, that doesn't seem to be an issue.

It will make me more mindful to not have a misleading title.

Although I don't think it will make choosing titles for future books any easier. In fact it will probably make it a lot harder.

Anyone looking forward to my upcoming release Blood, Sweat, and Tears: the Extended Version?

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A Day in the Life of a (Scattered) Smut Writer

I have been working on a new book, for a while now actually. But the problem is, I get a little distracted sometimes. It's actually gotten worse in the last week (I am blaming the holidays, but who knows really).

It's a historical novella, so I also find that I need to stop from time to time to look things up- that's when I get really distracted. This is a typical day trying to write for me:

Sign offline- open word document. Begin writing next chapter. My characters are moving from England to America.

Wait, how long are they going to be on this boat? This could potentially wreck the flow of my story.

Googles- travelling by ship in the 1890's. Get's lost in various links.

Oh, good, 12-15 days, that's way better than months! Oh, I have a new email, let me just click this and make sure it is not important.

45 minutes later.

Ack! What have I been doing for the past hour? I only wrote 10 words. Grrr...

Gets back to writing.

She was laying on the bed? Or she was lying on the bed?

Googles- lay vs. lie word usage. Chastises self for not saving as favorite.

Another 30 minutes later...

I'm hungry, what time is it? What do we have to eat?

Goes to kitchen. Eats a brownie. So many dishes! Does some dishes.

I should stop washing these dishes and take a shower before I use up all the hot water.

Makes way upstairs. Examines self in mirror while brushing teeth.

Is that a blackhead?

Digs out magnifying mirror.

Ew! Magnifying mirrors should be outlawed, no one should be able to see their pores this close up. 

Begins plucking and tweezing all the stray hairs one cannot see without the aid of the evil magnifying mirror. Phone starts ringing. Runs to get phone, stubs toe in process.

Tries to explain to concerned mom on the other end why I am out of breath and yelling in pain.

Eats another brownie, does more dishes. Inserts lots of "oh yeahs?" and "that's nices" to mother on phone.

Finally hangs up.

What was I doing?

Eyes laptop. Remembers notes that were jotted down in backroom at work. Digs out notes, tries to make sense of it.

Gets engrossed in writing, finally! Stomach is grumbling, has to switch on light because it is getting dark.

Front door opens.

Oh hey, you home early?

Husband thinks I had awesome writing day because I am unshowered, unfed, and engrossed in writing.

I check word count. 250 words head-desk.

Well tomorrow is another day...

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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!

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Saturday Spankings- Bright Ideas

This is a snippet from a new WIP I'm working on. Trevor and Roxy are in a life or death situation (I can't tell you what yet without giving too much away). Roxy just attempted a half-baked plan that blew up in her face, and ended in Trevor having to rescue her.

     “So what should we do? I'd love to hear your bright ideas.” She could admit her idea was not well thought out, but doubted he had a better plan.

     “I'll tell you what I want to do, but you probably wouldn't agree.” Trevor looked her up and down.

     Roxy folded her arms across her chest, hiding the way her nipples hardened at the suggestive tone in his voice. “Try me,” she answered.

     “What I really want to do is turn you around and spank your ass red, maybe then you'd listen to reason.” He advanced towards her, closing the space between them.

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Saturday Spankings- Emmaline's Decision

     This week I am sharing a snippet from my work in progress called Emmaline's Decision. It's a Victorian romance that introduces a wealthy family in England who want to marry their youngest daughter off to a man with a title and status. Emmaline has other plans. This is a part in the story where Emmaline has met up with the man she's in love with, Leo. She's trying to get him to go to bed with her and believes she's succeeded, but quickly realizes they may have been talking about two different things. Emma finds herself face down across Leo's lap and it finally dawns on her that she might not be getting what she was expecting-

     “This isn't what I meant when I said I didn't want to wait,” Emma felt her body easing under his caresses, but her heart was beating in a panicked rhythm.

     “I know perfectly well what you meant,” he sounded amused with her.

     “Please, Leo,” she wasn't above begging. This wasn't what she wanted and she was used to getting her own way. If only he could see the pout on her face, she was sure she could sway him.

      “You just agreed to this,” he sounded annoyed now, and she was sure it was because she was whining.

     “Did I?” She didn't recall having said she agreed to him spanking her. Emma felt a whoosh of air and then the sound of Leo's hand smacking her bottom.

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