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Monday, February 18, 2019

                               GIVEAWAY!

SUBMITTING TO THE SHERIFF comes out in just 10 days!  To celebrate both the new release and the paperback releases of THEIRS TO MASTER & CLAIMING MIA, I'm giving away a $10 Amazon gift card or a signed paperback of your choice.  To enter, just leave a comment below-anything will do-and my hubby will randomly draw the lucky winner-easy!  Winner will be posted here, on my blog on March 1st.

Here's another teaser from SUBMITTING TO THE SHERIFF to tide you over.  Don't forget to visit my guest post page.  Recent posts include sneak peak's at new titles by Sierra Brave, Alyssa Bailey, PK Corey & Ashe Barker.

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EXCERPT:

The flashing outline of the neon red motel sign bled through the curtained window, shedding an eerie glow into the darkened room and distracting Avery Pierce from glaring at the cell phone she’d tossed onto the bed beside her. Propped against the headboard, she tightened her clasped hands, trying not to panic over her current destitute circumstances, which had just worsened after her first attempt at this new job ended in such a failed, embarrassing fiasco. With a mental headshake, she wondered why she’d ever thought she could pull this off. Relax, would you? You’re so fucking uptight you’re as rigid as a fucking virgin. She could still recall Darren’s comments the first time they’d had sex, and how they’d made her feel inept and unappealing, the same as her first caller had just made her feel.  
A phone sex operator. What the heck had she been thinking? Her lack of experience with both sex and men in general had been glaringly obvious to her ex as well as to the man who hung up on her after less than a minute. At that rate, the extraordinary high hourly pay she’d been promised would take weeks to earn instead of the day or two she’d been hoping for. Heck, she bemoaned on a sigh, if her next caller ended their conversation that fast, she might not get a third chance, and then how would she get out of Springfield and continue with putting as much distance as possible between herself and Darren?
Avery’s minimal college dating experiences had taught her most guys didn’t go for brainy geeks with mousy brown hair best left worn in a braid and wearing black-framed glasses, and those who did didn’t stick around. By the time she’d reached the age of twenty-nine, the only man she’d let herself trust after those depressing break-ups had been Detective Darren Lancaster, and her chest tightened against the instant up kick of her heartrate just thinking about him caused.
The phone pealed again and she jumped, her palm growing clammy as she picked it up. With less than a hundred dollars left of her meager savings and not knowing who she could trust, she needed enough cash to get out of Illinois altogether. Two weeks and the two hundred miles she’d put between her and Chicago and the corrupt cop who had played her for a fool wasn’t nearly enough. As sleazy as this job was, it was the only thing she’d found that would pay in cash and that she could do quickly without having to fill out traceable paperwork. Between being an avid connoisseur of suspense novels and working at the police department, she at least knew of a few things to do, and not to do, to stay hidden for as long as possible. She also knew nothing was failsafe or could last forever.
Taking a deep breath, Avery followed a tip Esmerelda passed on when she hired her and draped the thin scarf intended to disguise her voice as huskier than it really was over the phone given to her by the agency. Pressing the green button, she answered, praying she could do a better job keeping this person on the line longer than she had with her first attempt at seducing a stranger over the phone.
“Midnight Whispers. How can I pl… please you?” Avery winced at her stutter, those words tripping her up the same as with the first call. She chilled at the slight pause, but when the voice finally came through, the deep, amused rumble sent an unexpected wave of warmth through her.
“Excuse me, sugar. I must have dialed wrong.”
“Wait!” Panic and desperation turned her voice reed thin as she tried to stop him from hanging up. “Please, can you just… talk to me for a minute?” How stupid, she moaned, knocking her head against the headboard. At the price per minute they would charge him why would he stay on the line? He paused again and then asked her a question that threw her for a loop with his astuteness.
“You in some kind of trouble, sugar?”
“I… why do you ask that?” Was the man a mind reader?
“Let’s say I’m good at listening to women, hearing what they need without them saying so. It can help to talk, even to a stranger,” he offered, surprising her yet again.
Not in this case. If only she could. Confiding in someone, anyone would be such a relief. But telling anyone how Darren had used her and ensured she would fall under suspicion should his evidence stealing ever be discovered was not an option, at least not until she could find a way to keep her name clear.
“N… no, there’s nothing I need to… talk about.” She sighed in despondency. “I… I’m just desperate for money,” she admitted. Why not? At least that much was true, and at this point she had nothing to lose by revealing that personal tidbit to a stranger. Damn it, there he went with another pregnant pause, leaving her struggling to swallow past the lump of dread lodged in her throat as she waited for the buzz of a disconnected call to ring in her ear.
“And this was your only option?” Doubt colored the rich tenor of his voice before turning to one of regret. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you get back to work then.”
“Wait!” she gasped again, not believing she was about to do this. Given how nice he’d been so far, what could it hurt? It wasn’t like they would ever meet. And what other choice did she have? “Would you mind giving me… some pointers? You know, on what I could say that might…” Avery winced, gripped the phone tighter and rushed to say, “make you want to keep talking to me?”
Amusement crept back into his voice as he returned in a dry tone, “You really are desperate and out of your depth, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. There was no point in denying the obvious.
“I’m much better at telling and showing women what they want, what turns them on. Let’s go with that and then you can turn it around for your next caller. Are you somewhere private?”
He wanted to turn her on? Good luck with that. Her responses to sex had always been lukewarm, at best, and ever since discovering Darren’s shocking betrayal, the thought of any kind of intimacy left her cold. But Avery was so thrilled with his willingness to stay on the line, she didn’t hesitate to go along with him. What he didn’t know about her couldn’t hurt either of them. “I’m alone, at my place.” She fudged the location but figured the motel room where she’d stayed holed up for the last twelve days was her place as long as she paid the rate.
“Good. One thing,” he cautioned with a hard edge to his voice that drew a shiver. “I insist on honesty. Deal?”
“Deal,” she readily agreed, deciding it wouldn’t be her fault if he failed to get anywhere with her. The closest she’d come to relaxing enough to let go with a pleasurable release were the times Darren’s frustration with her in the bedroom had brought out his take-charge attitude. His succinct ‘flip over’ or ‘ride me’ commands had enabled her to shove aside worries over whether she was pleasing him or doing something he didn’t like. Those few times always left her wondering if her orgasm would have been stronger if his focus hadn’t then switched to himself and his pleasure.
“Then we’ll start with something simple. Tell me what you’re wearing.”

Friday, February 1, 2019


Welcome to another titillating week of
SATURDAY SPANKINGS!  I'm excited to
share the news of the boxset release of my MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND TRILOGY that gives those who haven't dipped their toes into this erotic thriller a chance to get all three titles for the price of one.  With this boxset, you won't have to wait for the next release to get more clues and read more sexy scenes between these dominant cousins and the determined women who enter their lives while they're trying to discover which of their friends is responsible for the murder of a young woman during one of their weekend, island BDSM parties.   

I hope you enjoy this short scene between Hunter and Chloe, as well as the rest of this week's blog hop.


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EXCERPT:

 She made an enticing picture with her hose and garters showcasing that world class ass, Hunter reflected.  “Haven’t you learned by now I’m not nice?”  With her pussy lips already damp and swollen, he would be hard pressed himself to hold back.  Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out a short but wide leather spanker, one of his favorite implements.

“You should’ve told me the truth about your intended visit to Magnolia two weeks ago.”  He snapped the strap across her ass, leaving a bright red slash in its wake.  “You definitely shouldn’t have been out on the water with the threat of severe weather.”  That infraction deserved two rapid slashes.  Other than the slight jerking of her body with each stroke, she remained quiet.  “Then you went and got yourself in more trouble by agreeing to a position you knew your bad knee couldn’t handle.  That error was your most egregious mistake.”  He delivered a succession of blows over her buttocks, the snapping leather turning her white skin rosy red.


https://bjwane.blogspot.com/2019/02/welcome-to-another-titillating-week-of.html

Thursday, January 17, 2019

I am thrilled with the reception of SUBMITTING TO THE RANCHER!  This title has smashed through my previous lowest ranking by a wide margin and is amassing wonderful comments from readers.

"I loved this book!  the chemistry between Sydney and Caden is great."  Marybeth, Amazon review

"This was an amazing story.  I didn't want it to end.  This is the first story I have read by this author and I can't wait to read more."  Ellen Shannon, Amazon review

"Funny antics and erotic love...love it!"  Hope W., Amazon review

The most common response I've gotten is, 'When will book 2 be out?'  I'm happy to say SUBMITTING TO THE SHERIFF has been accepted and will be released the end of February.  This title is a full length novel and picks up with Sheriff Grayson Monroe's story.

And there's more exciting news - the MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND trilogy will be coming out on January 31 in a complete series boxset!  If you enjoy a good 'who done it' along with three hot cousins who have a penchant for BDSM, you won't want to miss dipping your toes into this erotic mystery.



Friday, January 4, 2019

It's a new year, a new week to indulge in more Saturday spankings and time to celebrate a new release!  SUBMITTING TO THE RANCHER launches my new series, Cowboy Doms, and at a low introductory price of $.99, how can you resist?  


 



BLURB:
Sydney Greenbriar finds more than she bargained for when she gets lost on her way to report for a new job and finds herself at a BDSM club. Peering in through the window, her attention, and libido are both snagged by one man delivering some old-fashioned discipline to a young blonde. After he runs her off, both are surprised to discover she is the new cook he’d hired for his ranch.
Caden MacGregor wanted to turn away the cheeky woman he’d caught spying on his club without remorse, but desperation for a cook forced his hand. Sydney proved to be a definite asset to his employees, and a royal pain in his butt. Somehow, her penchant for getting lost and landing in trouble, along with her determination to return to the club as a guest, soon slid past his resistance.
It took a threat to Sydney and unearthing the truth about what made her flee her home in Missouri to force them to admit their feelings and get her to stay as more than his cook.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and contains themes of mystery, suspense, power exchange, ménage and adult themes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
My spanking snippet:

The cheeky grin Sydney flipped Caden shouldn’t have surprised him, or her easy compliance when she turned her head back down and waited for his retribution. Had she kicked and screamed for him to let her go, he would’ve done so, but when had the girl reacted as he thought she should? Knowing it was a mistake and may very well end up crossing a line he couldn’t cross back over, he swatted her right buttock, the red imprint he left behind showing with vivid brightness against her lily-white skin. The terror that sent him speeding down to the corral wouldn’t abate, his mind still reeling from all the injuries she could’ve sustained with that foolhardy stunt. He spanked her other cheek and enjoyed the bounce of the soft globe and her shifting hips way too much. “Had enough?” he asked, rubbing his hand over the warm, smooth flesh.
“Would you stop if we were at The Barn and I was your sub?” she returned with a slight catch in her voice.
“Hell, no.” He refused to lie even if doing so would be in his best interest.
“Then pretend I am and don’t stop… please.
He sighed, her whispered plea sealing both their fate. “Remember, I warned you to be careful about what you ask for.” Caden proceeded to give her what she thought she wanted ever since he’d caught her spying and caved to what he’d been itching to do.
With a volley of sharp smacks, he peppered Sydney’s ass until the pink tinge turned a deep red, her warm skin grew hot and her quiet mewls erupted into louder cries. She shifted with a moan when he stopped to rub the abused mounds. After soothing the sting, he gave her time to adjust to the soreness by palming the plump curve of one crimson cheek.  She had a perfect shaped ass with soft, malleable buttocks that had clenched with each spank then softened as she adjusted to the pain. Then she shifted again, lifting into his hand, and he barely heard another whispered entreaty of ‘please’ that drew his eyes to her glistening seam. “You continue to surprise me, darlin’.”
Sydney whipped her face around, shaking her hair out of her drenched eyes. “Does that mean…”
Caden squeezed her buttock and drew a yelp from her by delivering a final, blistering swat. “You’re new to this and don’t realize how sore you’ll be. Sit up.” Her face mirrored the color of her ass, but it was the blatant need reflected in her dilated eyes that tempted him to change the tone of this lesson and reward her, and that would not do. His actions were meant as a deterrent, not a pleasurable interlude. “Next time you disobey a rule, you’ll get a taste of my belt.” Ignoring the desire to sink his fingers between those enticing, plump, damp folds, he stood her up and pulled up her panties and jeans. Standing, he lowered his Stetson and headed to the door, saying without looking back, “I have work to do.”
Enjoy the rest of this week's bloghop!




https://bjwane.blogspot.com/2019/01/its-new-year-new-week-indulge-in.html
Now available - SUBMITTING TO THE RANCHER!




Monday, December 31, 2018


WISHING ALL OF YOU A VERY BLESSED AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!  THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH LOYAL FANS - I HAVE ENJOYED ALL OF YOUR COMMENTS OVER THE PAST YEAR AND AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE RELEASE OF MY NEW SERIES, COWBOY DOMS, STARTING WITH SUBMITTING TO THE RANCHER THIS FRIDAY.

I HAVE SEVERAL NEW GUEST POSTS UP SO BE SURE TO TAKE A MOMENT TO CHECK OUT NEW RELEASES BY FELICITY BRANDON, LIBBY CAMPBELL, RAISA GREYWOOD AND ALLYSA BAILEY!

I'LL BE BACK AT THE END OF THE WEEK WITH A SNIPPET ON SATURDAY SPANKS FROM SUBMITTING TO THE RANCHER.







Sunday, December 9, 2018

 
WISHING ALL OF YOU A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!


ENJOY THIS SHORT SCENE FROM SUBMITTING TO THE RANCHER OVER THE HOLIDAYS AND WATCH FOR THIS $.99 RELEASE COMING JANUARY 4TH!

AND DON'T FORGET TO VISIT MY GUEST POSTS TO GET YOUR COPY OF LIBBY CAMPBELL'S FREE CHRISTMAS NOVELLA AND TO CHECK OUT RAISA GREYWOOD'S NEW RELEASE!


BLURB
Sydney Greenbriar finds more than she bargained for when she gets lost on her way to report for a new job and finds herself at a BDSM club. Peering in through the window, her attention, and libido are both snagged by one man delivering some old-fashioned discipline to a young blonde. After he runs her off, both are surprised to discover she is the new cook he’d hired for his ranch.

Caden MacGregor wanted to turn away the cheeky woman he’d caught spying on his club without remorse, but desperation for a cook forced his hand. Sydney proved to be a definite asset to his employees, and a royal pain in his butt. Somehow, her penchant for getting lost and landing in trouble, along with her determination to return to the club as a guest, soon slid past his resistance.

It took a threat to Sydney and unearthing the truth about what made her flee her home in Missouri to force them to admit their feelings and get her to stay as more than his cook.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and contains themes of mystery, suspense, power exchange, ménage and adult themes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
SCENE


“Uh, oh.” Sydney took her eyes off the enormous cow who didn’t look happy with her and cast a quick glance toward the sound of approaching riders. She winced when she recognized the Dunbar brothers coming to her rescue. Caden was not going to be happy with her. Again.
Was it her fault she’d been daydreaming about her boss and ended up completely turned around? No, her mistake was in thinking she could just retrace her steps and find herself close to the house. Oops. The ‘bigger than life’ cow had charged out of nowhere, snorting his displeasure and shaking his massive head at her as if to say, how dare you trod on my turf! He couldn’t even be bribed into a friendlier attitude with a sugar cube she’d been saving for Daisy, the little mare she’d grown fond of.
Thank goodness her cowboys knew what they were doing. Caden came trotting up behind her while Connor rode between her and the cranky cow, his horse herding the heifer away from them as Caden leaned over and scooped her up with one hard arm around her waist. Her relief at their timely rescue changed to startled, breath-stopping unease when she found herself lying face-down in front of him and the grassy ground shifting in dizzying circles below her.
Before she could get her bearings, he swatted her wiggling backside hard enough to feel the discomfort and burn through her jeans. “What… oh!” The next smack cut off her complaint, the dull ache and warmth spreading to her quivering pussy rendering her mute with astonishment.
“I’m spanking some sense into you,” Caden growled, delivering one more slap before shifting her upright and leaving her sitting sideways as he nudged his horse back into a trot.
Sydney was too stunned from her body’s response to what should have been a humiliating set-down to wonder much what Connor meant when he pulled alongside them and, after one look at her face, called over with humor lacing his voice, “I think you lost that gamble, brother.”
The rumble of Caden’s low-voiced swearing vibrated against her shivering frame, and she enjoyed his frustration as much as she was shocked by the low-level arousal those few swats generated. She couldn’t even find it in her to be embarrassed from Connor witnessing his brother’s actions. With a wave, Connor took off ahead of them and Sydney braved a look up at her boss’ handsome, rugged face, exasperation swirling in his cobalt eyes.
“I can explain,” she offered.
“Really. How?” he mocked.
“I intended to stay within sight of the barns, but… got distracted and then turned around.” She wasn’t about to tell him she’d been fantasizing about being spanked and then fucked by him. He may fire her over such an infraction. As much as she missed her family, she was stuck here until she came up with a plan to return home and keep Uncle Mike and his desperate actions from hurting her grandmother and uncles.
“And, why didn’t you call this time?”
She looked away from those probing eyes that saw too much. Her lack of funds didn’t allow for her to add minutes to the pre-paid cell phone she’d been using since fleeing Missouri. She couldn’t reveal that without raising his suspicions about her even more than her refusal to tell him why she didn’t have insurance to charge for the medical bill the other day.  
“I don’t carry it with me around the ranch.” She shrugged. “I didn’t think I needed to.”
“And now you know otherwise. You’re disrupting my work with your irresponsibility,” he chastised her as they neared the barns.
“If you would teach me to ride, like you promised, I would have something to do in the afternoons,” she argued in defense despite finding it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying while being held snug against him, his cock pressed against her thigh, her butt still tingling from those swats. Even the girls were on board, her nipples puckering into tight nubs.
“Maybe I’d have time if I wasn’t constantly riding to your rescue.” Caden dismounted at the barn and lifted her down. With his hat pulled low over his forehead, she could barely see his eyes, but his tight jaw told her she shouldn’t risk pushing him further today.
“I should see to dinner. Thanks for the ride, boss.” Her buttocks clenched when she felt his eyes on her as she strode across the lawn to the house, making her wonder what her response would be if he were to slap her bare butt. Just the thought drew a shiver down her spine and a heated throb between her legs. She bemoaned the desperate state stress and loneliness forced on her and despaired ever getting out of.