Monday, December 23, 2019




Thursday, November 21, 2019






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.


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.

Don't forget to check out the new guests posts while you're here. There are excerpts from new releases by DARYL DEVORE, FELICITY BRANDON, KRYSSIE FORTUNE & VALERIE ULLMER.


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!

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!


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.


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.


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.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

The six-book Miami Masters Collection is out! This is a great opportunity for anyone who hasn't read this series or finished all six books. You can now buy the whole set for $4.99, or, if you're a KU subscriber you can download it for no additional cost.



Seven troubled teenage boys from varied backgrounds bond together at a summer camp for juvenile delinquents – a bond that holds them together into adulthood and grows stronger through their shared sexual interests. In this six-book collection, each confirmed bachelor will meet that one woman who completes him, save her from the trouble plaguing her and, by using all their experienced wiles and trips on their specially designed yacht, succumb to their HEA with pleasure.   

Publisher’s Note: This compilation contains all six books of the Miami Masters series. These steamy, contemporary romances include elements of power exchange, as well as ménage.

Excerpt from BOUND and SAVED::

That did it.  Zach slowed the yacht, throttled down until the large vessel decelerated enough he could cut the engine and still enjoy the slow glide on the water as they drifted.  He’d managed to stay seated while Sandie propped herself on the lounge in his direct line of vision, teasing him with shapely legs he pictured wrapped around his back as he pounded between them.  The quick strokes of her pencil made him as curious about her ability as an artist as he admitted to being about the rest of her body under that shirt.  It had taken extreme effort on his part not to give in to that curiosity and he’d been priding himself on his control before she stood and stretched.

Ignoring his command to remain unaffected, his cock hardened into a painful erection pressing against his zipper.  The final straw came when he watched her bend over the rail, just enough to tease him with a glimpse of the sweet, plump undercurve of her soft buttocks.  She’d been pushing him for a lesson, and as he strode across the deck, he decided it was high time he gave her one.

“What are you doing, Sandie?”

She turned, those green eyes conveying that indescribable ache he had no name for.  The one that pulled at him from the moment he’d startled her awake in his room.

“Taking in the awesome view from your…”  She paused, a light of mischief replacing the ache in her eyes and a small smile flirting with the corners of her mouth as she finished with, “boat.”

He narrowed his eyes, accepting the taunt as he strode forward.  “I warned you.”  Grasping her shoulders, he spun her around, placed her hands together back on the rail, and shackled them in place by wrapping his much larger hand over both hers.  Without pausing, he flipped up the shirt and swatted her silk covered ass, the thin, see-through panties providing no cushiony barrier this time. 

Her soft cry resonated across the water along with the slap of the next smack.  “This is what comes when you don’t heed my warnings.”  Two more sharp smacks that bounced her round globes.  “This is just one of my favorite things to torment a woman with.”  Another two, these reddening her sit-spots.  “Sex with me is my way, whatever I demand, whenever I say, wherever I want it.”  He tormented her thighs next, two swift swats on each before caressing his way up to cup one, spank-warm, malleable buttock.     

Bending down, he nipped the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck.  He felt her jump, heard her sudden, indrawn breath and could almost swear the slight breeze teased his nose with the pungent aroma of her arousal.  A lesson, he reminded himself with a swift, brutal pushback of his body’s demands.

“You’ve been parading around out here wearing nothing but a shirt and panties to get my attention, haven’t you?”    

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Monday, July 15, 2019

                            COMING SOON!

I hope you are all having a wonderful summer. In between enjoying my grandchildren, I've been working hard on book 5 of Cowboy Doms. I always struggle more when writing mfm erotic romances, which is why it takes me so long. Greg and Devin's story, SUBMITTING TO TWO DOMS, is tentatively scheduled for early September, but I've posted a short scene to hold you over until then.

I hope you'll take a few moments to visit my guest post page and check out the new releases by Alyssa Bailey, Libby Campbell and Daryl Devore. 

Kelsey pulled the reins to the right, following Greg down a narrower path for a short distance and then looked around in pleasant surprise as they came to a small copse.  Sporting a bed of moss green ground cover and long logs squared off around a fire pit, she could see the gurgling stream just beyond the trees. “Oh, this is a great spot.”

“We like it for the seclusion.” Devin dismounted and before she could follow suit, he came around and plucked her from the saddle, making no move to step back once her feet were on the ground.
Whether by a silent command or on her own, Cleo deserted her for the company of the two larger males a few feet away, leaving Kelsey standing with Devin’s large hands still holding onto her waist as Greg came up behind her. Her breathing quickened as they both stepped close enough their warm breath wafted along her neck when they bent their heads. She slammed her eyes closed against the rapid stirring of sensation their nearness evoked.
“Uh, not that I’m complaining, but what’s going on?” she whispered, sucking in a gulp of air as two pairs of lips ghosted over the tender skin of her neck, the teasing kisses and nibbles bringing about a spate of goosebumps.
“You’ve been very clear about wanting what we can give you. You saw enough last night to know what we’re into, and what we expect in return while satisfying more of your curiosity. All that’s left is for you to agree.” Greg nipped her earlobe hard enough for the pleasure-producing sting to pull her nipples into taut buds.
Kelsey’s eyes flew open and she gazed in surprise at Devin’s sun-weathered face and dark eyes, her voice stuttering along with her heart. “But, you don’t even like me!”
“You’re a pesky handful,” he stated, fisting one hand in her hair and pulling her head back. “But I like you just fine.”
Not exactly a compliment, she thought as his hot mouth covered hers, but she’d take it if it meant putting an end to the rioting sensations plaguing her nonstop. He eased up on his mouth to sink his teeth into her lower lip, her gasp giving him an opening to delve past her lips with his tongue. Kelsey leaned against his hard frame on a moan of eager surrender, his hands tightening on her hair and hip as her insides heated with each stroke over her tongue. The leisurely exploration along with the smooth glide of their damp lips pressing together got her fired up on all cylinders until the press of Greg’s body against her back reminded her of the one word she hadn’t acknowledged or addressed with them. We.
“Does this mean yes, little bit?” Greg whispered in her ear before dipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive dips and canals.
Shivers racked Kelsey’s body as she pulled her mouth from Devin’s to answer.  “I can’t think. What do you mean by ‘we’?”
Devin slid his hand from her hip to grip one butt cheek while Greg reached in front of her to palm her right breast as he replied, “Just this, both of us most of the time, separate on occasion. Trust us, we know what we’re doing.”
“Here’s a hint, cowboy,” she said, quivering inside as she imagined more of these heady feelings from being sandwiched between the two. “Mentioning your past experience is a mood killer.”
“But if we didn’t have experience, we wouldn’t be good at our job as Doms.” Devin squeezed her buttock. “Yes or know, baby.”
She’d always hated it when other guys called her baby, but every time she heard the generic pet name resonating in Devin’s deep, slow drawl, she wanted to melt in a puddle at his feet. “Yes,” she agreed in a breathless rush. She might be unsure about taking on both at the same time, but she was also glad she didn’t have to choose one. “But don’t blame me if you’re disappointed. Unlike you, this is new to me and I was pushing to enlist just one of you to entertain me while I’m here, not both.” She felt it only fair to warn them of her inexperience in this area, but damn, it was hard to think with them so close and touching her.
“We haven’t disappointed anyone or been disappointed by a newbie before, but why don’t we give you an example of what we can do together?” Greg released her breast to pinch her chin and turn her face up to his descending mouth. Devin tugged on her hair again, angling her head just right. Between their dual grips, Kelsey had no choice but to open to Greg and bask in that loss of control.
And there's more!  SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER is now out in paperback. You can grab a copy here:


Coming August 7th, the entire Miami Masters series will be published in one volume for a discounted price.  If you haven't taken a sail on this decadent yacht yet, or haven't had a chance to read all six books, here's your chance to get them for a bargain.  If you're a KU subscriber it's an even better deal.

Strong, dominant men. Feisty, independent women in need of help. Sparks fly, pages heat up and love prevails, not once but six times!

Friday, June 21, 2019

I am so excited to be back on SATURDAY SPANKINGS with a snippet from my newest Cowboy Doms release.  SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER is Dan and Nan's erotic, emotion packed story and now my personal favorite in this series.
Enjoy this little glimpse of what these two are up to in book four.




Will they both let their reluctance to admit they want more from the other cost them everything?

Nan Meyers returns to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman, ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother. For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away has stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.

Dan Shylock greets the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief. After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him. Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirs up his suspicions, and when she reveals hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kick into high gear.

As Dan slowly coaxes Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface. But before either can come to terms with how they feel, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan has been experiencing almost costs her her life. Will Dan get there in time to save her?

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

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary Western romance contains elements of ménage, mystery, suspense, and power exchange. 

With slow deliberation, Dan picked up her hand and yanked her out of the bathroom, hauling her into her bedroom without a word until he stopped by the bed and turned to face her. “All those things have happened since you got back, after we made our bargain, and you didn’t think to mention them until now?”
Now, why did the soft menace underscoring his words give her such a thrill, send her blood rushing in a hot molten flow through her veins? As his hands went to his belt, that wide, black leather she hadn’t enjoyed snapping with stinging force across her butt in far too long, her pussy went damp and her buttocks clenched with the goosebumps racing across her skin.
“I don’t know what’s going on so what was I supposed to say?” Nan returned, licking her suddenly dry lips as he pulled the belt off.
“You were supposed to say, Master Dan, strange things keep happening, and I don’t have an explanation for them. Pull down your pants and bend over the bed.”

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Friday, May 24, 2019

Release date for Cowboy Doms, book 4, SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER is June 19th! Many of you have asked if Master Dan will get his own HEA and I'm happy to say he and Nan came together beautifully in this book.  For a sneak peek, I've posted a lengthy scene and the blurb.  Enjoy and when you're done, be sure to check out my new guest post featuring Felicity Brandon's upcoming release, FALLEN.


Nan Meyers returned to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother.  For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away had stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.

Dan Shylock greeted the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief.  After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him.  Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirred up his suspicions, and when she revealed hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kicked into high gear.

As Dan slowly coaxed Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface.  Before either could come to terms with how they felt, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan had been experiencing almost costs her her life.  Will Dan get there in time to save her, or will they both let their reluctance to admit they wanted more from the other cost them everything? 

In this scene, Dan has learned of Nan's return to Willow Springs following her months long, unexplained absence.  He sees her entering Dale's Diner and joins her there.

Dan cocked his head and took his time looking Nan over, his welcome smile slipping as he glimpsed a wariness reflected in her honey-gold gaze she’d never exhibited toward him before.  The new shadows under her eyes and pinched tightness around her soft mouth set off his inner alarm.  The woman and submissive he’d known for several years had looked at him with teasing flirtation, strong-willed independence and lustful need, but never with such a guarded expression, as if she were trying to keep something from him.  It both hurt and pissed him off almost as much as her long absence followed by her return without a word from her.

“Yes, too long.”  Removing his hat, he ran a hand through his shoulder-length blond hair, noticing the extra inches of her sable tresses.  He liked the way the ends curled around her shoulders but would miss sifting his fingers through the shorter strands as he cupped her scalp.  “I was on my way to see you when I spotted you coming in here.  No offense, hon, but you don’t appear as if your time away agreed with you.”

His Dom radar went on high alert when she shifted her gaze away from him, her fingers toying with the silverware in front of her.  “I had issues to deal with is all.”  She shrugged, the gesture as evasive as her answer and unlike the outgoing woman he knew who didn’t shy away from anything or anyone.

“You couldn’t do that without cutting yourself off from everyone?” he prodded, dissatisfied with the vague reply.

Nan tensed before glancing back at him with a familiar look of determination.  “No,” she returned succinctly, “I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”  And Dan was.  He’d always held an extra fondness for Nan, ever since he’d noticed the gleam of interest and expectation on her face when the Master training her had released her to explore her submissive needs with others.  He’d been the first to snatch her up for a scene and the two of them had been dancing to the same tune until she’d left for a short vacation and stayed away for far longer than planned without an explanation to anyone.

For years Dan had cherished the comfortable fit of their unique, two-sided relationship.  The occasional Dom/sub scene they indulged in had never interfered with the casual friendship they’d developed away from the sex-charged club atmosphere.  She embraced sexual dominance with cock-hardening submissiveness but maintained her fierce independence outside the club and possessed an admirable streak of loyalty toward her friends.  Those traits were a perfect fit for what they both wanted out of a relationship but were also what made her silence these many months and the changes he could see on her face suspect.  For the first time since he’d known her, he found himself struggling against the urge to go all Dom on her here, in public and outside the club, to demand answers she didn’t want to give.

“Dan, didn’t see you come in.  May as well take your order too,” Gertie said, her sudden appearance dispelling the awkward moment between him and Nan.

They both ordered the cheeseburger and fries, only he added a shake with his.  He noticed the flyer advertising her re-opening right before she held it up for Gertie.  “Do you mind if I put this on your bulletin board, Gertie?” she asked.

“You know I don’t, girl.  I’ll even send them down the street after they come in here.  We’ll get you back up and in business in no time.”

Her face softened with her smile.  “Thanks.” 

“That’s what friends do around here, be there for each other.  You’d do well to remember that.”  Gertie turned and called out to the kitchen, “Two cheeseburgers and fries,” without pausing as she stomped down to the other end of the counter.

“Looks like I’m not the only one unhappy with your long, unexplained absence.”  Unable to resist, Dan pinched her chin and turned her face toward him, holding her there even though her eyes darkened with annoyance and she tried to jerk free.  “In case you’ve forgotten, you can come to me with anything, tell me anything.  I don’t judge, you know that, or you should.”  He released her and changed the subject as her expression turned rigid.  “I have a new foal, born seven months ago.  Pretty little filly.  You’ll have to come out and see her sometime.”

Nan’s face lost her rigid irritation and her eyes lit with interest, a familiar look he was relieved to see.  She loved horses, and he knew she’d always wanted one of her own, but not until she could buy enough acres to stable it herself.  That was part of her independent streak that right now was causing her to remain mute on her reasons for staying away. 

“I’d love to.”  Her rigid shoulders relaxed with the eagerness in her eyes.  “Thanks.  Maybe next week, after I get the shop going again.  Are you still working with military parolees?”

“Sure, just let me know, and yes, I hired two new guys several months ago.”  The troubled vets used the time, space and work he offered to transition back into civilian life and acclimate themselves to their freedom from both drugs and prison before returning to their loved ones or heading out on their own.  Of the previous eight men he’d sponsored, only one had lapsed bad enough he’d ended up back on drugs. 

Gertie returned with their orders and Dan shoved aside his curiosity and concern to savor spending time with Nan again.  The instant rush of excitement upon seeing her again felt damned good, his relief when Connor called to tell him she was back palpable.  Even though he itched to get to the bottom of her trouble, he refrained from pushing too hard.  He’d run up against the brick wall of her stubborn independence before and didn’t relish starting their reunion on a negative note.

They spoke of everything except about the months she was away and the reason for her extended visit.  By the time they finished their lunch, they had rekindled their easy friendship, enjoying it almost as much as before she’d left.  His impatience to discover what happened that caused those shadows under her eyes was his only regret as he stood to leave.  With luck, once she submitted to him again at the club, he would be successful in getting those answers.

He tossed down a generous tip and reached out to give her hair an affectionate tug, something he’d done countless times before, only to have her jerk away, as if fearing that small prick on her scalp instead of relishing it.  Her face whitened and then flushed, the uncharacteristic response heightening his suspicion something dire was going on with her.

Nan slid off the stool, backing away, her retreat a painful kick to his gut.  “Sorry.  I…”

Dan laid a firm finger over her lips.  “Don’t say anything unless it’s the truth.”  Dropping his hand, he wasn’t surprised at the mulish set of her mouth or her silence.  Sighing in disappointment, he said, “I hope you’ll join us at the club tonight.  We’ve missed you.”

Shaking her head, she replied, “I don’t have time, but should tomorrow night.”

He nodded and turned to leave.  “See you tomorrow then.”

She waited until he’d taken two steps away before saying, “I’ve missed you, too, and everyone else.”

He swiveled his head to look at her as he settled his hat back on and nodded. “Good to know.”
Check out SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER on June 19th to learn what trauma Nan suffered while away, how Master Dan helps her overcome her fears and their relationship slowly changes gears.

Books one, two and three are out in e-book and books 1 & 2 are now offered together in one special edition paperback and book 3 has just been released in paperback.


Monday, May 6, 2019

I just wrote The End on book 4 of Cowboy Doms, SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER!  I'm thrilled with the way Dan and Nan's story turned out and hope you will be too.   Below is Dan's horse-isn't he beautiful?  Estimated release in late June - now, off to the editor!

ALSO - A special edition paperback featuring both Submitting to the Rancher and Submitting to the Sheriff, books 1 & 2, is now available!


I've also added a new guest post - be sure to check out Alyssa Bailey's new release - FREEING MOLLY - you won't be disappointed!  

Friday, April 12, 2019

Thank you for joining me for another round of SATURDAY SPANKINGS and another new release celebration!  SUBMITTING TO THE COWBOY is book 3 in the Cowboy Doms series but, as with the other titles, it can be read as a standalone read.  I hope you enjoy this teasing snippet.



Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near.  Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.

Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face.  He’d been looking after the neighbor girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now that she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction.  He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.

But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him.  When he learns she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to protect her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?

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

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

A short snippet:

The sudden impact of Connor’s hand smacking her bottom jarred Tamara into an acute awareness of the minor discomfort, and how it seemed to feed the lust she harbored for him. Another spank followed the first, this one on her opposite cheek, delivered with a touch more force. She jerked, a small whimper escaping at the startling warmth spreading across her backside.

“This is just a taste of what subs are subjected to if they agree to play with a Dom.” Two more swats, each a little harder, jiggled her buttocks and built on the heat now expanding from her butt up between her quaking thighs. “Think long and hard, little one, because trust me, I’m being very,” smack! “very,” smack! “nice.” He ended the teasing torment with an almost casual exploration of her cheeks and then squeezed each throbbing globe, the tight grip emphasizing the ache and stirring her arousal.