Friday, February 14, 2020



For this week's post on SATURDAY SPANKINGS I'm sharing a tidbit from Submitting to the Cattleman, book 6 of Cowboy Doms. 

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A taunting smile curled his mouth as he shut the door and stepped toward her. “What’s wrong? You weren’t nervous with me at the club, and since I wasn’t inebriated the last time I was here with you, I remember clearly how you begged for my attention.” Gripping her arm, he tugged her over to the sofa, sat down and pulled her over his lap.

As soon as Leslie’s nervously fluttering stomach landed on Master Kurt’s muscle-hard thighs and he held her down with a hand braced between her shoulder blades, everything inside her settled. Releasing her stalled breath on a whoosh, she braced her hands on the floor as he inched her skirt up over her panty-covered butt. Feeling the need to say something, she looked around with a teasing smile of her own. “Anything I can say or do to change your mind?”

“There’s always the safeword, other than that,” he shoved her panties down, “no.”

“Okay.” She put her head back down, thrilling to the cool exposure of her buttocks and the warm caress of his calloused palm despite the vulnerable unease this position always conjured up.

“No pleas or extra apologies?” He squeezed one globe, the tight grip drawing a shudder.

“I learned long ago never to try and dissuade a Master intent on punishment. And I know when I’m in the wrong,” she admitted in a muffled reply, goosebumps racing across her backside as he released his hold on her flesh.

“You intrigue me, sweetheart.” Kurt swatted her right cheek, hard enough to warm her skin and sting. “You don’t hesitate to admit when you’re guilty of wrongdoing and don’t balk at accepting your punishment.” Another smack generated more heat and a deeper pain that snagged her breath. “But anything personal sends you running.” Two rapid slaps bounced her cheeks, the ache and burn seeping deeper into Leslie’s flesh. “Do you go to the club just to appease your submissive needs?”

Four blistering blows threatened her composure, forced her to tighten her arms to keep from sliding forward and bite her lips to prevent a sob from the throbbing pain encompassing her entire butt. Master Kurt allowed her time to adjust to the discomfort and to answer his question, softly rubbing the abused flesh. Taking a deep breath, she let the pain work in her favor, waited for it to spread down between her legs and warm her pussy. He helped it along by brushing his thumb along her seam, the light stroke enough to draw a damp response.

“Sir?” She shook her hair out of her eyes as she peered up at him and saw his focus on her bare butt and his teasing thumb.

“Answer my question, Leslie,” he ordered without looking at her.

“Yes,” She huffed, annoyed with his persistence, but not surprised.

“Thank you.” Lifting his hand, he added pressure between her shoulders as he braced one leg over her calves and proceeded to spank her in earnest.



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Monday, December 23, 2019


WISHING ALL OF YOU A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS - I AM BLESSED TO HAVE HAD SUCH A WONDERFUL YEAR GETTING TO KNOW SO MANY NEW FANS & FRIENDS.

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Thursday, November 21, 2019



COWBOY DOMS, BOOK 6 - SUBMITTING TO THE CATTLEMAN now available!

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Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?

Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eyewitness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.

Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed.

Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own happily ever after?



This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.



Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.



EXCERPT:


Responsibility. That word had been drilled into Kurt Wilcox’s head his entire life. It was why he found himself moving back to Montana after an eight-year absence and why an inebriated woman he didn’t know, sporting a bruised cheek was sitting in his truck. He didn’t like seeing her face swollen from a would-be mugger’s hit any more than he could sit back and do nothing when he’d spotted her leaving the bar in an obvious effort to hide her looped condition. At least taking the time to perform this good deed offered one benefit; it delayed his return to the family ranch and the father he was not looking forward to sparring with again. Eight years wasn’t long enough to put aside the hurtful accusations he’d finally tired of hearing and had walked away from.


Kurt slid his gaze toward the attractive blonde, glad her eyes were closed, hiding the shadows of desperation in their blue depths. What self-respecting Master wasn’t a sucker for a woman in distress and didn’t want to see to her emotional and physical needs? Just because she tugged on his dominant urges didn’t mean she would welcome his control or anything else though. Besides, he was seeing her safely home, not planning to stay for a one-night-stand, something he hadn’t indulged in since college.


Pulling into the apartment complex just a few blocks from the bar, he cut the engine and nudged her shoulder, eager now to be on his way. No sense in adding complications to his return. There were already enough to overcome as it stood. “Wake up and tell me which apartment is yours.”


She moaned, the throaty purr going straight to his cock as she stretched and arched her back. The soft blue dress cinched around the waist with a narrow belt pulled over the soft, round shape of her breasts, her nipples peaking as he watched. He whipped his eyes up to her face to see hers opening wide, the indefinable need reflected in the blue depths almost painful to see.


“Your apartment number,” he reminded her in a gruff tone.


She looked around as if confused before nodding and pointing out the window. “That one, third from the end.”


“I’ll see you to your door.” Kurt came around to the passenger side and lifted her down, stepping back before she could lean against him. Gripping her elbow, he gritted his teeth when she weaved alongside him as they strode up the sidewalk. He’d taken the time to stop at the bar to delay his long overdue return, but if the hour grew much later, that delay would extend until morning and give the old man one more thing to take him to task for.

But when she opened the door and then hesitated before entering to look up at him with a desolate expression, Kurt refused to leave until he ensured she would be all right, his father’s expectations be damned.

“Will… will you come in? Please?”

The whispered plea tugged on his conscience even as he was tempted to lecture her about inviting strangers into her home. “Not a good idea, sweetheart, but yes, I will, just long enough to help you put something on your cheek.”

“I know, but sometimes doing the right thing isn’t always the best thing either.”

She turned her face away before he could gauge her meaning. Pressing a hand to her lower back, he nudged her inside, asking, “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

Flipping on a light switch, she shook her head, tossing her purse toward a chair where it bounced and fell to the floor. “No.” She kicked off her shoes and then stubbed her toe against an end table next to a small sofa. “Ow, shit!”

“Sit down before you bruise yourself again.” Grasping her shoulders, he pushed her onto the sofa with a scowl. “What’s your name?”

“Why?” The belligerence behind the suspicion etched on her face amused him.

“I have a newsflash for you. You won’t be any safer now that I’m here by withholding your first name.” Kurt saw the moment the lightbulb went off in her head.

“I guess you’re right. It’s Leslie.” She tried to smile and winced, reaching up to cradle her hand against her puffy cheek.

“I’m Kurt. Do you have an ice pack in the freezer?” He pivoted and took the four steps to the small refrigerator, noticing the sparseness of her living area extended into the compact kitchen.

“No, at least, I don’t think so.”

Leslie’s cute frown tickled him. As far as drunks go, she was pretty easy to tolerate and talk to. “Never mind, this bag of frozen peas will work just as good.” Returning to the sofa, he sat next to her and held the cold vegetable bag against the darkening bruise forming on her face. She flinched but still leaned into him, her eyes conveying an open invitation he was having trouble ignoring the longer he stayed.

“You… you could, maybe take away the… the pain another way.” She pressed one pale hand against his denim-covered cock with a deep inhale, dropping her eyes to his lap.

Kurt clenched his jaw and gripped her delicate wrist, determined not to take advantage of her inebriated state. “You would be sorry come morning and a clearer head.” He tried to remove her hand, but she was stronger than her slender frame indicated. Not wanting to use force, he left her hand there for now and prayed for restraint.

“But not tonight, and that’s all I care about right now.” She squeezed his erection and whispered that damnable word again, this time with an aching catch in her voice that shredded his good intentions. “Please.”





Monday, October 21, 2019



Submitting to the Rancher has just been released for pre-sale on audible and the rest of the Cowboy Doms series will soon follow! Who knew dominant cowboys were so popular? Thank you to all of you have passed on your wonderful comments for this series to me - I appreciate your kind words more than I can say.

Audible Link  - Release date - December 3rd.

Watch for book 6, SUBMITTING TO THE CATTLEMAN, Kurt and Leslie's story coming December 10th.

I hope you'll take a few moments to check out my new guests posts. There are some tantalizing excerpts from Libby Campbell, PK Corey, Brandi Evans, Daryl Devore, Felicity Brandon & Valerie Ullmer you won't want to miss. 

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Amazon has chosen THEIRS TO MASTER to promote this month and that means big savings for those who haven't read the Miami Masters series yet! To celebrate this promotion, book 1, BOUND & SAVED will be FREE for five days - October 10-14. Books 2-5 will be marked down to $1.99 between October 9-16.




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Friday, September 13, 2019



Welcome back to SATURDAY SPANKINGS. SUBMITTING TO TWO DOMS is out and it's the perfect time to share a teasing snippet. In this scene, Master Devin is about to show Kelsey what happens when she breaks the rules at their club.




My short snippet:   


“I don’t appreciate your smart-aleck reply any more than my suspicions you lied about your experience in submitting and with the BDSM lifestyle. Even someone who has spent minimal time at a club and is still learning the rules, knows not to talk back, and definitely wouldn’t dare disobey a direct order, as you have. You’ve been here an hour and have one – lied, and two – disobeyed our instructions.” Kelsey’s face flushed as he ticked off her transgressions, but she didn’t try to pull away from him. If he wasn’t mistaken, the gleam in her eyes and the press of her turgid nipples against her top suggested she wasn’t afraid of what he would do. A part of Devin admired her gumption and another part craved to see just how far her bravado would extend.


“Did you even bother to negotiate a safeword with Master Kurt?”

The look of guilt crossing her face stirred his anger anew, especially when she tried hiding it with an evasive answer. “I agreed to the standard word.”

“And that would be?” When she bit her lip and shuffled her bare feet, the force of his ire made him take a deep breath before giving her the answer. “Red, damn it. Yet another infraction you’re going to answer for.”

With a hard yank and no warning, Devin pulled her over his left thigh, lifting his right leg to pin her flailing legs down. Kelsey’s surprise cost her the hold on her blouse, the sides flying open again as she went down. Shackling her wrists together in his left hand, he held her arms pinned against her lower back as he flipped her skirt up and smacked her panty-covered, wriggling ass.

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Thursday, August 22, 2019

Now up for pre-sale!
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September 9th is right around the corner, and so is the release of SUBMITING TO TWO DOMS
I hope you'll join me on September 4th at 10:00 am (CDT) for Blushing Books Sizzling Release Party where I'll be celebrating book 5 of Cowboy Doms with lots of games and fun prizes. Contests will run for two days, so plenty of time to participate!

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This one is Greg and Devin's story, an mfm erotic romance with a touch of suspense. The hot new cover is done and I've posted another excerpt to go with its reveal - enjoy!


She was sent to them for protection and ended up a responsibility they couldn’t resist.


BLURB:






After Kelsey Hammond is assaulted, her FBI foster parents plead with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigate the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agrees, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she catches sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decides what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.


 Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asks for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer him. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men find themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.

 While Kelsey basks in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continues to insist she can’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It isn’t until the threat against her is verified, the truth comes out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occur that Greg and Devin step into full protection mode vowing to keep the woman they’d both grown to care for safe. It isn’t until the guys save her life, freeing her to return home that Kelsey realizes home really is where the heart is and hers is in Montana with her two cowboys.

This is book five in the Cowboy Doms series, but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This adult, contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, ménage, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


EXCERPT:

Kelsey’s backside throbbed and ached, the discomfort contrasting with the damp heat building deep inside her pussy or adding to it. She wasn’t sure which. The urge to cringe and shift away in mortification battled with the need to arch for more. She found Master Devin’s powerful hold on her wrists and legs a comforting embrace against the storm of sensations flooding her system. A sob burst from her throat as he struck in the center of both burning cheeks, and yet she never thought to call a stop to the blistering torment by saying red. His litany of berating words brought tears to her eyes and she knew she deserved the stinging pain. What she couldn’t wrap her mind around was the slow build-up of arousal spreading inside her swelling core. That was just wrong on so many levels she couldn’t count. Wasn’t it?


“When I think about the trouble you could have caused, the precarious position you could have put both yourself and a Dom in with your hedging lies, I want to shake you.” She caught her breath as he raised the leg under her hips, tilting her forward, and landed several swats on the sensitive areas below her buttocks. “Safewords are just that, words to ensure your safety, and not meant to be taken lightly, or,” he smacked her thigh, “lied about knowing.”

Okay, I get it, I screwed up. Kelsey didn’t mind admitting when she was wrong, but that one word kept repeating itself over and over in head, stopping her from showing too much remorse. More, more, more. Considering how much she hurt, she wondered if she’d lost her sanity as well as all control over her body.

“I said I was sorry,” Kelsey reminded him as he tempered the last few slaps. She shuddered on a low groan when he switched to light, titillating caresses over her pulsating flesh, the soothing strokes helping her to relax as she absorbed the myriad of sensations encompassing her entire lower body.

Master Devin squeezed one throbbing cheek, his thumb sneaking between her buttocks to coast back and forth over her anus. She stiffened, the surprising pleasurable tingles of that taboo touch catching her off guard. “It was your bad luck I’m the one who came downstairs first and discovered what you were up to. Master Greg probably would have gone easier on you.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Kelsey jerked at hearing Greg’s disgruntled voice behind her. Picturing his view of her exposed, red butt and the placement of his friend’s thumb brought on a wave of excitement that left her shaken in a whole new way as she thrilled to being the object of both men’s attention. Granted, it was angry notice they were giving her, but she would take what she could get if these rioting sensations were her reward.