Don't worry, it's nothing serious. I've just decided to go a more traditional way with this book.
Here's the deal:
First of all, putting a book out is hard work. Lots of hard work over and above the hours and hours devoted to actually producing a good story.
It also requires hours of promotion and 'pimping' your work so others will buy it and say, "Hey, this is a pretty good book."
I'm happy to say that, In This Lifetime: Morgan's Journey, did pretty well. It had 12- 5 star reviews on Amazon, not an easy feat by any means, and a fairly good ranking. Unfortunately, this does not always translate into sales.
The bottom line for me is, you cannot sell to those you cannot reach. I don't have a huge following, although I'm extremely grateful to all who have supported me, written to me and in general tried to get my name out there. That being said, I do not have the network to make this book fly off the shelves.
Thankfully, there are people who can make that happen, so Morgan is in the hospital at Stormy Nights Publishing where he is getting a makeover of sorts. A new cover, new title and the kind of promotion he deserves. This book will then be part of the wonderful collection of books that Stormy Night publishes and I'll have a whole new group of authors to add to the friends I've made at Blushing Books and elsewhere.
For some of us, in the end it comes down to what you want to do with your time. Is writing your main focus? Do you have the hours in the day and the tremendous drive and energy required to promote yourself all over the web?
I have to say I don't. Some of you know that my life is not all peaches and cream. I want to write stories about hunky spanking men and the feisty women who love them. I want to write about big loving families with all their trials and tribulations. I want to write hot sex scenes and outrageous dialogue.
I'll still be around. You can't get rid of me that easy. I'll blog a bit and hit Facebook when I can. I've always answered every email and that's one of my favorite things to do, so keep writing to me. Mainly I'll be working on Mead's story and Matthew's, not to mention Annalise, Marilee, Jane and Fancy. I can't wait to get to Fancy's book, lol.
Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend. He wanted to find the one woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. When a summer storm blows beautiful Lannea Paulsen into his
life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.
Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year. Save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi restaurant she runs with her cousin, and find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible.
When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue. One thing leads to another and they find themselves in a tumultuous platonic DD relationship. Sparks fly as they both refuse to admit the depth of their true feelings. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted?
“I’ll take a Corbin’s Bend roll, and a Paddle You Pink roll, to go, please.” His eyes twinkled mischievously, and Laney blanched at his choice, relieved that she had chosen to take his order to go. She really didn’t know how much more of him she could take. It was only noon, and she was ready for this day to be over. She donned a new pair of plastic gloves, then stepped behind the glass screen to make his order, every nerve in her body painfully aware of his eyes following her as she worked. She didn’t think she had ever worked as fast, mad at her body for betraying her, as his mere presence caused her to be instantly aroused. She needed him to be out of here, and she needed to stop seeing him everywhere she turned.
Ever since he had arrived in Corbin’s Bend, if she wasn’t seeing him, she was hearing about him. Wordlessly, she finished his order, bagged it up, and walked it over to the register. She took his cash, and quickly made change for the twenty he handed her. “Have a good day,” she said dismissing him with a fake smile. To her dismay, he didn’t leave.
“Lannea,” he started, nervously.
“ Lannea,” he continued stubbornly. “I have always prided myself on being a man of my word, and I don’t think I treated you very fairly last night. It’s come to my attention, that, ahem, it was unfair of me to make threats I didn’t plan on
Laney could see beads of sweat forming on his brow, and she knew he was nervous, although she hadn’t quite figured out why, or what exactly he was getting at. If anything, the more he spoke, the more confused she became.
“What are you saying?” Her voice was flat and unaffected. She watched as he realized how unclear he was being, took a deep breath, and started over.
“I’m saying, I like you, and despite the fact that we got off to a rocky start I think you are sweet, and funny, and breathtakingly beautiful and I’d like to get to know you better, if you’ll let me. I’m completely new to the world of dating, and I’m not very good at this. I understand now what I said that hurt you and why it did. All I’m asking that you give me a chance to right the wrong, and..” he paused searching and when he spoke again, she got the distinct impression that the words he spoke were foreign to him, borrowed from somebody else. “And put my money where my mouth is.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you saying… what I think you’re saying?”
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Today's post isn't really about anything in particular. Every now and then it helps me to take some time to reflect. Sort of clear my head and put my thoughts down on paper, or my pc screen works too. This picture speaks to me. When I started writing I felt pretty much like this.
"Wow, that's a long road ahead and I'm not much more than a small fry."
If you look closer, you notice her hands on her hips and her serious stance. She's focused, she means business. Maybe if we could see her face we would see doubt, or fear. Possibly we'd even see a few tears, but she's not going to show us anything except her determination.
So begins her journey.
At times it's a lovely trip, full of beautiful scenery, exciting challenges and milestones, but there are a couple of things you can count on.
It will be uphill.
And at times the road will seem very dark, lonely and endless.
There will be plenty of these along the way.
And just when you think you might be out of the woods and on the right path, you'll run into something like this.
That, my friends is the kind of week I've had. Wait, I take that back, the kind of year I've had, so far at least. You can see the light at the end of the road, but getting there is another thing. It road is full of missteps, pitfalls and detours. Basically you need a compass, a map, a GPS and a great many supportive friends.
Oh, and a lion costume. Don't forget that! You must look brave, even if you're shaking in your little fur paws.
And maybe some Cheetos. Yeah, Cheetos for sure.
It would be great to have a decoder book of some sort too, but I don't know where to get one. This would come in handy when someone is feeding you a line of BS. Better yet, they should make an alarm. Wouldn't that be great! You could wear in on your wrist and it could beep, getting louder and louder as the bullshit gets deeper. Then you wouldn't need these for your journey.
I mean really, do any of us want to deal with this?
So my take away this week is this. Sometimes you just have to bounce back and get moving.
Me? I bounce pretty good. It could be the extra pounds, but I'd prefer to think it's the way I was raised. Life knocks you down, you get back up. Maybe you don't do things in exactly the same way next time, but you do them.
I'm thrilled to have author, Kallista Dane visiting my blog today.
Captured and Examined, Kallista's new erotic romance, is a blend of science fiction, adventure and time travel with lots of spanking and even some hot medical play.
Stevie: I love time travel and you've combined it with Si-Fi to make it even more exciting. Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
Kallista: It’s a sci-fi adventure about time travel and I wanted to learn about quantum physics. So I binge-watched The Big Bang Theory. Actually, I did some research on the subject and I was fascinated to learn that physicists are doing experiments where they’ve discovered that particles can be in two places at once. Wouldn’t that be handy for all of us busy moms?
Stevie: (laughing) My kids are all grown up, but I sure would like to be able to write and clean my house at the same time. Then when I'm done for the day, I really would be. Tell us, do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?
Kallista: I’ve done a lot of traveling and I’ve drawn upon real life experiences to create many of the scenes in my books. When I’m in a new place, there are two things I love to do – go for an early morning walk all alone to soak up the atmosphere and browse in a grocery store or local market. Seeing new places and checking out the weird things other people eat is always an inspiration.
Stevie: Sound like you lead an interesting life. Thanks for stopping by and I hope Captured and Examined is a huge success for you. I know I'm picking it up!
Here's the blurb folks:
When her father tries to force her to marry fat, old, drunken Owen Leary to preserve the family lands, Tess O’Rourke runs away from home. She gets lost on the heath in the midst of a ferocious storm and loses consciousness, only to awaken in a cave, naked and shivering, staring into the eyes of a handsome stranger. To her dismay, the man questions her in an unfamiliar language and then spanks her bare bottom when she tries to run away.
After computers all over Europe are hit with a crippling attack, Quinn, an ex-Navy SEAL now working for NATO’s cyber-terrorism squad, is dispatched to the Irish coastline in search of the problem’s source. It is there that he discovers a naked Irish lass hiding in a cave near an ancient stone outcropping. After she attacks him and attempts to flee, he brings the defiant girl back to his headquarters with a well-spanked bottom. Once there, his medical team conducts a thorough examination, leaving his captive deeply humiliated and even more determined to escape. Quinn has no intention of letting her go until he gets the truth, but Tess speaks only Gaelic and seems to know nothing of modern day life, and hard as it is for him to believe, over time Quinn becomes convinced that she has somehow been transported from the past.
With each passing day his feelings for the feisty redhead grow stronger, and when he discovers that his superiors plan to lock her up indefinitely and study her like a lab rat, Quinn risks everything to rescue her. But can he keep her safe long enough to unravel the mystery that brought her into his life?
Publisher’s Note: Captured and Examined is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spanking, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Tess wished she could die. The hard cylinders had been removed from her mouth and her bottom hole. But now she’d been strapped down on her back again, this time with her knees held up in the air by another set of metal stirrups. Her legs were spread wide apart, while the men crowded around the table and took turns poking and prodding every inch of her body, inside and out.
One of them cut off a lock of her hair, then took scissors to a fistful of the tight red curls between her legs. Another one stepped forward and spread a slick unguent all over a long, thick rod with a rounded tip. Tess watched in horror as he began sliding it into her cunny. It was so big and so hard she didn’t see how it would fit inside her tight little opening. Tess screamed and writhed on the table as he kept on shoving it in further and further. He ignored her. Suddenly she felt it begin throbbing and humming deep inside her. He said something to one of the other men and they all converged around a looking glass on another cart, watching dark shapes that swirled and melded together like drops of oil on water.
` He moved the rod around inside her, rubbing against places that had her panting and squirming in spite of herself.
“Uterus looks healthy and intact,” one of the men announced, staring at the looking glass.
“There’s nothing wrong with her sexual responsiveness either,” the man between her legs added, watching her writhe around helplessly as he deliberately stimulated her G-spot with the vibrating ultrasound wand. That drew a lewd chuckle from the men in the room.
“Her nipples are fully erect too.”
Tess gasped when another stranger came forward and pinched the hard pink tips of her breasts between his fingers. The wild sensations Quinn had introduced her to began pouring through her body again. This time the little nub between her legs pulsed and throbbed in time with the thick rod humming inside her.
“Shall we see if she’s still capable of orgasm? Purely in the name of science, of course,” said the man holding the device.
“Turn off all your recording devices,” called a voice in the crowd. “We don’t need this scene showing up on YouTube.”
The man manipulating the long rod began drawing it slowly from her body. Tess felt a sharp pang of disappointment. But it disappeared the instant he brought the smooth rounded tip up to rest it on that little nub between her legs. Heat radiated from it now and it hummed and throbbed even louder. He pressed it against her, rubbing it back and forth. She screamed and dug her heels into the metal stirrups. Powerful waves rocked her body. She instinctively lifted her bottom off the table and arched her hips into the air, thrusting her mound against it. Everything in the room disappeared as her entire being centered on the savage sensations pouring through her. Finally she collapsed, breathless.
When he moved the rod away, Tess became aware once again of the leering faces of the men around her. She prayed that the earth would open and swallow her whole, saving her from the humiliation of having to face all these strangers after they’d seen her give way to such wicked behavior. She didn’t want to like what they were doing. But her body had betrayed her, made her lose control, panting and moaning like a mare in heat. Only once before had Tess felt anything like what the roomful of horrid men had made her feel. That was when Quinn kissed her – there, on the tiny bud that hardened and throbbed under his lips and his tongue and his fingers.
But now there were no strong arms to hold her afterwards, no warm body to snuggle against. Only the bright lights overhead, making her feel even more naked and exposed. Tess squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the voices, the cold, impersonal hands touching her everywhere again.
Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.
As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. As a woman, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is putting my naughtiest secret fantasies in print.
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So this week I was browsing book covers, looking for one for book 2 of my In This Lifetime Series. I found one I really liked, bought it, so done right? Um, no.
I happened to stumble across another cover that I absolutely loved. Maybe it's the holiday, all hearts and flowers and romance, but I kept going back to it.
I liked it so much in fact that I decided to write a short story to use the cover. Crazy? Yeah, probably, but look at it. Isn't it pretty?
Anyway, it's a short story and you can pick it up for less than you probably pay for a cup of coffee. I've never put out a short story before. Maybe Pink Valentine will sell or maybe it won't, but the important thing is my beautiful cover now has a story to go with it.
There, now I feel better now about spending money I probably shouldn't have. Hey, just like the girl in my book, hmm.
Cheryl loves her job at Estelle's boutique, but her paycheck keeps getting smaller and smaller with each new shipment. She doesn't see herself as a shopaholic, although her stash in the guestroom closet keeps growing.
Her husband, Troy has been brown bagging his lunch and saving all his overtime earnings for their dream vacation in Hawaii next year. He's not too happy when he accidentally discovers her packages the night before Valentine's Day.
Things get out of hand when he confronts her and before he knows it, he's promised her a spanking!
This is a short story about a couple working through their conflict on the most romantic day of the year. Sparks fly as a loving husband shows his wife that roses aren't the only red thing coming her way.
Occasionally he’d given her a swat on her bottom as he walked by, laughing when she jumped and squealed, but that was all in fun and a little exciting. This was different. He wasn’t joking or teasing, she knew that instinctively. The question was how would it change their marriage in the long term? Looking up she found him watching her, the look in his eyes one of gentle sympathy.
“Are you feeling sorry for me?” she demanded.
“I am,” he admitted.
“Because I know what’s coming and you, sweet thing, are going have to worry about it all day,” he said, trying not to smile.
“Screw you,” she snapped back.
Thanks for stopping by and have a Happy Valentine's day. Oh, one more thing, don't spend any money you're not supposed to, lol.
Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.
This is Book Two of The Bossman Series and I'm happy to share Renee's book on my blog today.
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains spanking, anal sex and hot scenes that may keep you up late reading.
Excerpt: After her first spanking
The morning after Lexi receives her first spanking from mobster Bobby Manghini, he shows up to make sure she’s feeling okay about the way things went:
“So you’re staying? You’re still my goomah?”
“Did you bring any money?” she asked with mock greediness. “No, just kidding. Bad joke. I sort of hate myself for using you like this.”
“I don’t hate myself for using you. At all,” he said, waggling his eyebrows in an appreciative leer. “And yes, I brought the money. Go get dressed and we’ll take it down to the salon together.”
She surged from his lap at the order. “Do I have time for a quick shower?” she called over her shoulder as she padded to the bedroom.
“Do what you need to do,” he said.
She turned on the water and popped in the shower, making it quick, not wanting to keep him waiting. Their discussion had relieved the heaviness and confusion she’d felt all morning, and now as she shampooed her hair and shaved her legs, a new excitement bubbled up.
When she stepped out of the shower, Bobby was sitting on the bathroom countertop, waiting.
“Eek! You surprised me. I’m sorry, am I taking too long?”
As usual, he looked casually elegant, his khaki slacks crisply ironed, the short-sleeved button-down square cut at the bottom to wear un-tucked. “No, I just wanted to watch,” he said, his eyes roving across her body.
She dropped her towel to give him the full view. “I’m yours to ogle.”
He grinned. “My cousin Joey just texted to say he has tickets to the Cubs game today. You want to head down to Wrigley Field after we stop by the salon?”
She lit up, the idea of spending the afternoon with him appealing. “I’d love to! Oh wait,” she said, giving him a coy look over her shoulder as she headed out the door. “Why are you asking? I thought I was available to you anytime you demand, unless I’m working.”
He lunged and caught her around the waist before she made it out the door. Hauling her back, he put one foot on the toilet and bent her over his knee, delivering a series of stinging smacks to her ass. “Are you really going to tell me how to do my job?”
“No, sir!” she yelped.
He stopped and rubbed away the sting, then craned his head around to inspect her backside. She had examined herself in the mirror that morning, fascinated with how quickly her butt recovered from punishment. Only a few red lines remained from her whipping.
“How is your sweet little ass today?” he asked.
She considered lying. She certainly didn’t want him to ever spank her harder than he had. But he seemed so good at reading her, he would probably know a fib when he heard it. “A little sting-y in places, but mostly fine,” she admitted.
He turned her to face him, squeezing and kneading her ass. “Does it scare you to hear I can’t wait to spank you again?” he murmured.
She swallowed. Her pussy said no, regardless of her reluctance to admit anything to her demanding lover.
He released her and gave her ass a slap. “Go on and get ready.”
“Yes, sir,” she laughed and went into the bedroom, pulling on a halter top and short cut-off jeans.
“Mmm, mmm,” Bobby said when he saw her. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
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I'm joining Keriann McKenna and 29 other romance authors for a fun Book Bash on February 10, 2015. The event will run from 9:00 a.m. till midnight with Keriann and I taking the last half hour at 11:30 p.m. EST. Just click the linked picture above and you're on your way.
There will be tons of prizes given away by individual authors as well as some major gifts provided by the group. Every guest comment made at the bash will count as an entry toward the event giveaway for a Kindle Fire and a couple Amazon Gift Cards.
I will be giving away 5 copies of my newest release, In This Lifetime, Morgan's Journey. My winners will be randomly selected using the old 'name in the hat method'. Just sign up for my newsletter on this blog and you'll be automatically entered.
I'll also gift one complete set of Sugar Babies,Inc. and two people will win their choice of any book from The O'Malley series. All books gifted will be in either Kindle or Nook. Winners will be notified by email and listed on the Playing Cupid Book Bash page by Wednesday afternoon.
So if you love romance, come join the fun and check out all the wonderful authors just waiting to introduce you to their work. I ll bet you'll even find some of your favorites there. Share the love.
I got to thinking about this question today. I'm not an expert, far from it, but I know the difference.
Clearly, if a man screams in his woman's face, humiliates her in public or private, pushes her around, slaps her or tries to win her compliance with intimidation, he's an ASS. Not only that, he's a bully and not worthy of her respect. He's certainly not worthy of being a character in any of my books, unless I plan to kill him off in the next chapter.
An author's prerogative? You, bet!
Mess with any of my heroines in such a way and you will get yours buddy and pretty quickly too. And it may not be the knight who comes riding to the rescue, it may be the heroine kicking your pompous ass!
I've met these kind of men in real life. You know the ones whose ego is bigger than their, well...being a lady, I'll just say private parts. After all I've said 'ass' a number of times already.
I worked in a place where there was so much testosterone you needed a gas mask to be safe. Otherwise you might start growing chest hair. The land of the giants, where nearly everyone was a foot taller than me, some more like 16".
Was I intimidated? No way. Pissed off? Many times, lol.
A dominant man is an entirely different story. The have a natural confidence and strength of character that others don't and it has nothing to do with their physical size. They are not cruel, or motivated by personal gain. They don't need their ego's inflated on a daily basis. They know who they are and what they expect from their women and make it pretty clear from the start.
The difference is, it's not about them, it's about you. Your safety, comfort and well-being is crucial to them. They don't make up silly rules to show their authority. Pretty much they say what they mean and mean what they say.
My husband has a dominant personality. He's always been super protective, I didn't take out the trash or mow the lawn or shovel snow. Those were his jobs and he clearly is an old-fashioned guy. He's not pushy or bossy, just firm. He's much bigger than I am, but would never use that strength to hurt me. I am the love of his life, and blessed to be so.
One night, years ago I wanted to stop after work for a drink with the girls. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi, honey, I just wanted to let you know I'm going out with the girls after work for a couple of drinks. I'll be home in a little while.
Me: (Slightly whiny) What? Why not?
Him: It's dark out, the roads are icy and you're driving.
Him: Did you hear me?
Me: I heard you, but I'm not a child!
Him: No you're not, but if you do this you'll think you're about five years old when you get here.
Did I go out? No. It wasn't because I was afraid, well maybe a little bit, but not of him screaming at me or hurting me. Would he have made me feel like I was five, oh yes, and a very sorry five year old at that.
When we used to go out, and we did quite a bit, if I had too much to drink he'd never say a word. I would come back from the dance floor and my beer would be gone, replaced with a cup of coffee fixed just the way I like it.
No bitching, or scolding, just a steady look from his eyes that said, 'you've had enough'. And he was always right. The couple of times I defied him, he would hold my long hair while I threw up and carry me in the house. The next day we would have a 'discussion' about it and then it was never mentioned again.
That's a dominant man. Loving, caring, compassionate but not willing to let his woman put herself at risk in any way. He's a shoulder to cry on, loving arms to run to and someone you can count on to be there. Will he spank you if you push your luck? More than likely, so if you're lucky enough to get one of these men for your very own, unless it's a turn on for you, be a good girl.
Follow me to the old west, where a time traveling former Marine, meets a spunky saloon keeper. The gun-toting troublesome female tests his patience and Morgan finds he's not as politically correct as he thought. How can he be when there's nothing he wants more than to turn the little brat over his knee? Watch the sparks fly!
Former Marine, Morgan Whittaker is but a shadow of the man he once was. Plagued by personal tragedy, his marriage in shambles; it’s no shock to him when he’s wounded while serving his last tour of duty. The only surprise is that he’s alive at all. Now he just wants to be left alone.
Despite knowing their marriage is over, Cara Whittaker finds it painful and annoying to see what her husband has become. As a last resort at helping him, along with increasing her status at the top secret government agency she works for, she offers him a once in a lifetime chance to travel back in time.
What he finds there is more than he ever dreamed. A new life, a family and love in the form of a spunky little saloon keeper in desperate need of discipline. Can he take the risk of remaining in 1880? He’s been warned not to tamper with the fragile fabric of the future, but he knows danger is coming. Can he stop it and change his destiny or will he run out of time?
Will he once again follow the rules or will he throw caution to the wind and step up to be the man he’s meant to be?
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Hi, I'm Stevie MacFarlane and I write sweet erotic romance and D/D, occasionally with a touch of kink.