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Suzie Q, sweet romance with a bit of controversy.

7/28/2019

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As authors we've all been there.  What is to much?  Am I being to explicit, to controversial?  Are the details right? Will the reader understand and sympathize with the hero, the heroine?  Will they come to understand what motivates the characters and care about them as we do?
I've already gotten a few reviews on this novel where readers have mentioned the controversial first spanking which, by the way, actually takes place in Assignment: Trouble.  It is in that novel that we first meet Hunter when he comes to J.R. and Joy's rescue.
Through some man to man talk Hunter tells his best buddy what he's done and how it has affected his relationship with Suzie Q, whom he adores.  J.R., who already lives a D/d lifestyle with his wife, Joy,  has some sound advice for his friend and Hunter takes it to heart, trying to make amends for his over zealous first foray into domestic discipline.
This novel deals with the conflicts between Suzie and Hunter.  Of course it's a fictional romance, but to an author the characters become friends and while we strive to tell their stories we want them to succeed.  We want their romance to blossom into love, hopefully a love that will stand the test of time.
That being said, most novels in this genre have tons of non-consensual spankings.  That's why we read them. We want the strong Alpha male to take the naughty little heroine in hand, while still allowing her to maintain her dignity and independence. Let's face it, if every heroine said,"Please spank me, I've been naughty," these stories would get pretty boring, pretty quickly.
In a romance we want the angst, the drama, the arguments that typically end when our hero has had enough nonsense and takes his woman over his knee for a little lesson in obedience and respect.
In most of my novels I want the comedy.  I want the reader to smile, even laugh at the antics of the couple, because really, it can't and shouldn't be taken so seriously.  Life is full up ups and down and we have to be able to shake our heads and grin if we want to survive. 
Now to make my last point.  Most of us who enjoy this genre would probably never tolerate some of the things we read about in real life, although I personally know a number of couples who do and it works for them.  Many other women have husbands or significant others who occasionally do slap a naughty bottom, either for fun or to make a point, and that works for them as well, but a true, D/d relationship 24/7 is not only a choice but requires a great deal of dedication to maintain that lever of commitment.
So, in conclusion, I hope you will enjoy, Suzie Q, for what it is, a fictional novel about a couple learning to navigate the highs and lows, the ups and down of a romance they will shape into something that works for them.


*On a personal note, Hunter is so sexy he could slap my ass any time, but of course he's not real, and if that's what we really want we all have to find out own Hunter.

Here's a peek into Suzie Q:


      “You’re late, Miss Quantrill,” he stated sourly when she walked into his office.
      “So fire me,” she retorted as she took a seat across the table from him.
      “Always the wise ass,” he said with a heavy sigh.
      “It’s a God given talent.  I see no reason not to use it.”
      “Use it somewhere else.  Let’s get to work.”
      They worked throughout the morning, reviewing the procedure manual, making notes in the margins and discussing    improvements. At noon he offered to take her to lunch.  She refused.
      “I’ll eat at my desk,” she said coolly.
      “How long is this going to go on?” he asked, trying not to growl in frustration.
      “Until we’re finished, I guess,” Suzie replied, deliberately misinterpreting his meaning.  “I imagine it will take several weeks.  If you’re unhappy with my work I’m sure Helena is willing to…assist you.”
      “That’s not what I mean and you know it.  How long are you going to let…”
      “Mr. McCaughey, I…”
      “Don’t you dare ‘Mr. McCaughey’ me,” he ground out, rising when she did and rounding the table.  “It’s Hunter, and I know you know it because you’ve screamed out my name often enough for your whole complex to hear.”
      “Bringing that up is not very gentlemanly of you,” Suzie hissed, backing up.
      “I’m not a gentleman.  In fact I’m seconds away from becoming the Neanderthal you accused me of being.” Moving closer he reached for her shoulders.
      “Oops. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” Helena said as she knocked once and opened the door.
      “You didn’t,” Hunter assured her, turning away from Suzie and running a hand through his hair.  “What is it?”
      “Joy Everly is on the phone.”
      “Send it through.  I’ll take it,” he barked out shortly
      “It’s not for you,” Helena explained, obviously paying close attention to the two of them.  “It’s for Suzanna.”
      “Rout it to my office,” Suzie said, grabbing her cell and scooting around Helena.  “I’m on lunch.”
      Hunter stared after her.  Why the hell would Joy be calling Suzie? How did she even know her?  Suzie wasn’t on the detail assigned to protect Joy when she was waiting to testify against Barrows.  They shouldn’t know each other, yet Joy was calling her and Suzie had a suspiciously guilty look on her face.  He’d come to know that look when they were lovers.  It was the one she got when she was about to do something totally outrageous.

So take a chance on Suzie Q and see if you enjoy it. Most of the time in this genre it's the female character who screws up.  In this case it's definitely the hero who has to eat a bit of crow and to tell you the truth, I enjoyed writing it. 

Hugs,
Stevie

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Coming Next Week, Suzie Q

7/17/2019

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Isn't this guy too cute for words?  I just love having him on my cover and he's perfect to portray Hunter in my new novel, Suzie Q.

It's a sequel to Assignment: Trouble. I had no intention of writing a sequel but after a while I got to thinking, what happened to Hunter?

He's the agent who came to J.R's and Joy's rescue when they were in deep trouble.  I liked him right off. He was such a nice guy and helped out his best buddy even though he was having troubles of his own.  It seems he spanked his girlfriend and well, he didn't really know what he was doing.

I sort of felt bad for him, I mean after all, she was a bit of a handful, but still, a guy shouldn't go ahead and start whacking away on a ladies behind if he has no clue how to go about it.

So he screwed up, big time and it wasn't looking like Suzie Q was going to forgive him any time soon.

Eventually it ate at me long enough.  I had to know if Hunter was able to redeem himself and if Suzie Q was ever going to forgive him, so I had to write their story. 
Anyway, it will be released next week by Blushing Books and I hope you all like it. Gee, he's cute!

Hugs,
Stevie

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Baby Cakes, A Spicy Excerpt!

5/20/2019

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Taken. The word was running through her fragmented thoughts and kept resurfacing. She was being taken by a man who knew what he wanted. A man who understood his own power and wasn’t afraid to use it. It no longer mattered if she thought she was too heavy, too curvy, too anything. He wanted her and it was perfectly obvious by the satisfied sounds coming from deep in his throat. He meant to have her his way, and Cherry dissolved in pure pleasure as he plunged into her body and claimed every inch of it.
The orgasm she experienced from his mouth was nothing compared to the soul searing one he produced with his cock. She remembered screaming, tightening her legs around his waist and urging him closer. Her fingernails likely scored his back. Then she was floating, languidly gliding back to earth. When she opened her eyes, she was close to his side, her head resting on his chest.
His arm was wrapped around her, his fingers trailing up and down her spine sending shivers clear down to the toes.
“Will you marry me, Cherry?” he teased, a smile in his voice.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Right this moment I would marry you. But tomorrow I would wake up and realize you’re a monstrously wicked man with a hard hand and a penchant for spanking me and change my mind,” she continued with a weak laugh.
“Too bad,” Chad said sadly. “I’m going to have to work harder to win you, I guess.”
“No, you’re not,” Cherry breathed snuggling closer. “I could get used to your brand of loving. It’s your brand on my ass that’s not going to fly.”

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Cherry was surprised when Chad walked into her bakery with a smile on his face and without a care in the world. How dare he! It took a lot of courage to give him her number and then he never used it. Sure, he has a plausible explanation and he's basically sex-on-a-stick, but does she really want to take a chance?
Chadwick Fenton had been around his share of slightly wild women. Guarding Rebecca Kord and meeting the O'Malley clan was interesting to say the least. Hunting down Susan Shaughnessy, the run-away bride was another case he would never forget. There was just something about redheads, and the one who slipped her number in his pocket had been on his mind for weeks. Yes, he was going back to see if Cherry Calhoun was as gorgeous as he remembered. He certainly wasn't expecting the angry reception he received.
Who knew the pretty baker had a spitfire temper? Well, he knew a thing or two about managing ladies who couldn't control themselves. He was certainly looking forward to the challenge.
 
Come visit with the mischievous women of the O'Malley clan and past clients of Sugar Babies, Inc. This standalone is certain to be a wild ride.
Publisher's Note: This contemporary romance includes elements of power exchange and sensual scenes and is intended for adults only. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Coming Soon - Baby Cakes! Release Date - April 19, 2019

4/11/2019

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Cherry was surprised when Chad walked into her bakery with a smile on his face and without a care in the world. How dare he! It took a lot of courage to give him her number and then he never used it. Sure, he has a plausible explanation and he's basically sex-on-a-stick, but does she really want to take a chance?

Chadwick Fenton had been around his share of slightly wild women. Guarding Rebecca Kord and meeting the O'Malley clan was interesting to say the least. Hunting down Susan Shaughnessy, the run-away bride was another case he would never forget. There was just something about redheads, and the one who slipped her number in his pocket had been on his mind for weeks. Yes, he was going back to see if Cherry Calhoun was as gorgeous as he remembered. He certainly wasn't expecting the angry reception he received.
Who knew the pretty baker had a spitfire temper? Well, he knew a thing or two about managing ladies who couldn't control themselves. He was certainly looking forward to the challenge.
 
Come visit with the mischievous women of the O'Malley clan and past clients of Sugar Babies, Inc. This standalone is certain to be a wild ride.

Publisher's Note: This contemporary romance includes elements of power exchange and sensual scenes and is intended for adults only. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt:

Abby was barely in the shop and slipping off her coat when both Colleen and Bridget started.
“What did you find out?” Bridget asked her face full of rabid curiosity.
“Are they dating, really dating or just having a ‘thing’?” Colleen demanded.
Abby ignored them and shoved her purse in a drawer.
“Come on, Abby,” Bridge whined. “I know you. You had to have gotten something out of Cherry.”
Abby stared at the blonde sisters, so much alike, yet so different. Bridget was the wild child of the O’Malley clan, but she’d definitely inherited some of her older sister’s persistent ways for Colleen was known to leave no stone unturned in getting what she wanted.
“She’d told me exactly nothing,” Abby finally replied as she walked into the main showroom with the two women trotting after her. “They’ve had dinner a couple of times, that’s it.”
“Bullshit,” they chimed in unison.
“No woman in her right mind simply has dinner with a man like the 'bobby guard'. They are dinner, at least if they play their cards right,” Colleen insisted with a wink.
“He has a name you know,” Abby pointed out smugly.
“What is it?” Bridget demanded. “Maybe I’ll Google him.”
“His name is Chadwick Fenton, Chad or C.W. to his friends.”
“Did Cherry tell you this?”
“No, Molly, but that was all I could get out of her. Geeze, sometimes she’s so secretive.”
“That’s just her way,” Bridget replied defending her sister-in-law. “Molly never tells unless it’s critical to someone’s well-being. When Tess ran away from Rory, she never said a word despite knowing exactly where she was. She’s loyal and very careful about what information she shares.”
“I know, that’s why I didn’t push her. Cherry is a friend. We need to let her have her privacy."
”Since when is anybody’s business private in this family?” Colleen asked with a laugh. “I’ll bet Bridget could tell you the last time Noah and I made love,” she continued with a derisive snort.
“Tuesday night,” Bridget stated factually before a grin tilted her lips.

From The Author:
Sometimes I wonder if these characters will ever get out of my head.  I knew when writing the love story of Susan and Marcus McCarthy for Sugar Babies, Inc. that the private eye Marcus hired to find his woman would show up again, and he did in The Trouble With Abby.
In that novel he was hired by Mason Kord to protect his wife Rebecca and their child. Known as 'the bobby guard' he presented an interesting character that seemed to demand his own story. So, here it is. I hope you'll enjoy it!
I'll post the links as soon as it becomes live.
Hugs,
Stevie

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Sugar Babies, Inc. is going to Kindle Unlimited

3/21/2019

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 I'm happy to announce that on March 22, 2019 my entire Sugar Babies, Inc. series will be available on Kindle Unlimited.
Along with getting a pretty new cover, readers will be able to read all four books.

As an author I think we all have certain favorites and Sugar Babies is one of mine.  I'm prone to write series; there are always other characters popping up as I write clamoring for their own story and that is what happened to me while writing this series.  In fact I've just finished a book, Baby Cakes, that has characters from both the Sugar Babies, Inc. series and The O'Malley series which will be coming out in April 2019.

Truthfully, I doubt you've seen the last of either of these series. The characters sort of hang around in my mind waiting for their turn. Sound a little nuts? Lol. Yeah, it does to me too, but there you have it.

Sugar Babies, Inc. is a set of four complete novels.  Take a peek inside a unique match-making enterprise where you’ll find love comes in all shapes and sizes. It has nothing to do with wealth or position, luck or skill, it simply happens and for the most unlikely people.

A Sweet & Sassy Match
A corporate attorney, Sam made more money than he could spend. Still single, he watched quietly as his associates’ marriages crumbled. It seemed there was always another beautiful gold-digger ready to take whatever the first, second or third wife left up for grabs. He knew there were good women out there. The problem was they worked in coffee shops and school lunchrooms, as bus drivers and mechanics – hardly likely to meet a man who could provide them with security, love and guidance.
And so Sugar Babies was born. Sam resigned his position and set up a matchmaking service. While scouting out a new location for a branch office, he meets Johanna Maxwell. Jo is beautiful, hard-working and everyone's best friend. She’s the one everyone can rely on, but the only person she doesn't take care of is herself. Sam falls hard, but can he convince her that his business is legitimate? More to the point, can he convince her that when he pulls her over his knee, it's out of love?

Excerpt: Johanna and Sam first date
When their waiter came to clear away their plates, Jo asked for another glass of wine.  Sam looked at her in surprise and instructed the waiter to bring them coffee.
“Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” Sam asked, choosing to ignore, for the moment, Jo’s mutinous expression as she picked up her purse and pulled out her wallet.
“Yes, so?” she asked, pulling out a twenty dollar bill.  “I can buy my own wine, Sam, if it’s a problem.”
“Buying you a glass of wine isn’t a problem, Jo.  The problem would be in sending you home drunk, and you’ve already had three glasses.  Now put your money away and stop trying to push my buttons.  Believe me, you won’t like the results.”
“Push your buttons?” Jo gasped, the slight buzz she had making her voice louder than she intended.
“Yes,” Sam insisted firmly just as the waiter appeared with the coffee.  Sam thanked him and slid Jo’s coffee closer to her.  “Now be a good girl and drink that.  Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?  You’re curious, Jo.  Wondering about that spank I gave you earlier?  Wondering if I truly mean everything I’ve told you tonight?  You’re thinking only a crazy woman would agree to the kind of dynamics I’ve described.  After all, what woman would want a man so totally devoted to her that he paid attention to every little detail of her life?  What woman would want a man who knew her so well that nothing slipped by him?  If she were upset or angry or hurt, he would know it and do everything humanly possible to help her. 
“A man who would care for her as if she were the most precious thing in his world, because she is.”
Jo squirmed in her seat.  It was clear he meant exactly what he said.  Butterflies danced in her tummy as her heartbeat thumped at her temples.  Her panties were damp and it appalled her.  God, yes, she thought him attractive, but now doubly so.  She couldn’t imagine someone taking care of her for a change, and it was a heady thought and oh so tempting. She actually couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked her what they could do for her.  Had there ever been someone to hold her when she cried, or to reassure her when she was worried or weary?  Her hands trembled as she picked up the coffee cup and obeyed him.  Jo knew she’d had too much to drink, but hadn’t been able to stop herself from ordering another one.  This evening was nothing like she had expected, and she was truly rattled.  After several sips of the strong brew, she pulled herself together.

Excerpt 2: Mike and Brandy
Brandy slowly released the breath she’d been holding and dropped her arms in defeat.  The robe slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.  She didn’t try to cover her breasts or her rounded tummy with her hands, although that’s exactly what she wanted to do.  Instead she stood frozen as twin tears trickled down her cheeks.
Mike put his large hands on her shoulders and steered her to the cheval mirror in the corner.  Standing behind her, he saw the pain she was in and moved her hair, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his arm around her from behind, supporting her.
“Open your eyes, Brandy,” he ordered gently.  “Tell me what you see.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered, the tears now dropping from her chin to her breasts.
“Yes, sweetheart, you can.  Now please do as I ask.”
Brandy opened her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything except a blurred reflection.  Reaching for the tissues, Mike dried her tears.
“Please stop crying and do as I’ve asked.  Be objective and fair.”
Looking at their reflection Brandy finally answered.
“I see an older woman, much older than me, who is soft and flabby and I see a man who is handsome and strong.”
“And what is that man doing, Brandy?”
“He’s looking at the woman, pitying her,” Brandy whispered.
“Brandy, do you need glasses?”
“No,” she sniffed, “just for reading.”
“Let me tell you what I see and then maybe we’ll try again,” he said, holding her eyes in the mirror.  “I see a woman with glistening auburn hair.  She has lovely gray eyes that are shining right now because they are full of tears.  The man holding her is much larger that she is.  The skin of his arm is darker and thicker than hers. Her skin is like porcelain, almost translucent.  She is delicate and fragile and very, very precious to the man.  I can tell this by the gentle way he holds her.”
He picked up her arm and curved it up to his neck holding it there gently.
“See her arm, how softly curved it is?” he asked her reflection.  “It’s made that way so that when she holds him, it is with tenderness.”  Letting it slide slowly back down, he put both arms around her and lifted her breasts.
“See these breasts, how perfectly they are formed?  See how full and supple they are?  Look at the delicate veins that run just below the surface of her pale skin,” he continued, stroking each breast down to the nipple.  “Each nipple hardens under his touch, preparing for his mouth and lips.  The man enjoys how his woman responds to him.  You can see it in his face, his eyes, can’t you?”
“Yes,” Brandy whispered, mesmerized by his tone, by his touch.
“Maybe in time, there will be a child nursing at these breasts, but the man doesn’t care.  He will share the bounty of these beautiful breasts with his child,” he told her, kissing her neck.
Reluctantly, he released her breast and moved his hands lower, sliding them down her sides and over her hips.
“These are her hips.  They are wider than her waist and they give her that cute little wiggle when she walks.  See how smooth the skin is, how they fit perfectly in his hands.  There are bones under there, and they serve their purpose, but he doesn’t need to see them, feel them.  No, they are padded and welcoming when he takes her.”
“This is his home,” he whispered, sliding his hand down her tummy and cupping her womanhood.  “It’s where he lives, where he most wants to be.  It’s warm and wet and so very exciting when he penetrates her.  These thighs are not concave,” he continued, stroking the inside of her thigh.  “They are rounded and comforting when they wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.”  Turning her sideways, he kept one hand cupping her and traced from her shoulder to her back with the other.
“This is her backbone, her spine,” he told her, gently touching each vertebrae.  “Do you think he is counting them when he is plunging into her from behind?”
“No,” she whispered.
“That’s right, he’s not.  He’s looking at the beautiful skin of her back, her softly rounded shoulders, and kissing her neck.  Maybe he will sink his teeth into her shoulder, like a stallion now and then, just to show her who’s boss, but he’s not counting her bones.”
Sliding his hand down farther, Mike cupped her bottom firmly and grinned.
“This is her bottom.  See how full it is?   See the man’s smile when he touches her there?” he asked.  “It gives him great pleasure to be able to touch his woman’s ass.  It’s made for stroking, and kissing and nibbling and sometimes for spanking, and Brandy,” he told her tipping her chin up with one finger.  “That’s exactly what you are going to get if you ever say another bad thing about this beautiful body.”
“Oh, Mike,” she whimpered before turning into his arms and sobbing her heart out. 
Mike held her and rocked her gently in his arms, stroking her back and smoothing her hair. 
 

Match Me If You Dare
Marcus learned two important lessons in life: trust your gut and never hide your true nature. The first made him a best-selling author, and the second kept him single. Dragging his twin brother Ty to a match-making party was a split-second decision. 'Perfect woman' was an oxymoron and if such a creature existed, he wasn't interested. If nothing else, the party might help get a certain redhead out of his head.
The 'Luck of the Irish' eluded Susan, and she didn't expect that to change. Running into Sam Barringer, CEO of Sugar Babies, Inc. on her bike was an accident, but her life quickly changed once she agreed to let Sugar Babies, Inc. find her a match.
Kelsey feels old, ancient at times. Somewhere along the way, all the joy has been sucked out of her. The last traces of her black eye had finally faded. Now if she could find a match who didn't scare her half to death, she just might survive!

Excerpt 1: Susan and Marcus
“I assure you, I can hold my liquor,” Susan replied, flustered and embarrassed.
“And I can assure you, she cannot,” a deep voice spoke from behind her left shoulder at the same time a large male hand settled on her bare nape.
“What the hell,” she growled, turning and locking eyes with the man of her dreams, and her nightmares.  Her eyes traveled from the top of his dark head to the toes of his black boots enjoying every inch in between as she whispered, “Boots.”
“Pardon me?” he asked, amused.
“Nothing,” she shot back.  “I can’t believe there are two of you, as if one wasn’t enough.”
“Marcus,” Ty acknowledged with a nod.
“Ty,” Marcus replied.  “I see you’ve met my little bookstore muse.  Perhaps you’d like to introduce us since I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind.”
“Certainly. This is Miss Susan Shaughnessy, and this is Miss Kelsey Reed.  Kelsey, this is my brother, Marcus.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. McCarthy,” Kelsey replied with a smile, reaching out her hand.
Marcus took it and bending slightly, kissed the back softly, “A pleasure, Kelsey.”
Susan couldn’t help but notice the gentleness with which Marcus treated Kelsey and suppressed a pang of jealousy. Turning back to the bartender, she stood as tall as possible and fixed him with a stare. 
“Still trying to rule the world with a pair of shoes, I see,” Marcus noted, looking down at her feet.
“I am not trying to rule anything,” Susan insisted.  “I like high heels, so sue me.  Now about that drink…”
“There’s dancing out on the veranda.  I think you and I will take a little stroll out there,” he informed her firmly, taking her arm, “and have a little talk.  How tall are you anyway, without those weapons?”
“I’m five feet eight and hardly what you would call short,” she sassed grumpily, forced to go with him or make a scene.
“You’re also a liar.  Now what’s the truth?”
“Okay, if you want to get nitpicky about it, I’m five four.  There, does that make you happy?  Do you have a height fetish or what?” she hissed as he guided her out the French doors.
“As if happens, I do have a fetish, but it has nothing to do with height.  I enjoy spanking naughty young ladies who misbehave.”
“No kidding,” she shot back as he twirled her into his arms and began to move to the slow, soulful music.  “Who would have guessed it, I mean with you being here and all?”
“Funny,” he replied, snagging her closer.  “What brings you to a Sugar Babies party?  You’re obviously not submissive.  Are you hoping to be their first dominant female?” he asked, smiling. Not that she could see it.  She was much too close to watch his face. 
Susan struggled slightly, trying to put a little space between them but he was obviously not having it.  They were pressed together from her thighs to her breasts, so close she could hear his heart beating.  Damn, why did he have to smell so delicious?
“Money,” she answered shortly, finally relaxing in his arms.  There was no point in fighting a losing battle, and Susan did not like to lose.
“Well, at least you’re honest about that,” he murmured into her hair.
“I want you,” he told her simply, as if he had the world by the tail and had only to state his desires to achieve them. 
It was true; she felt him against her belly, hard and apparently unashamed of it.  Truth be told, she was quite wet herself.  Imagine responding to his caveman approach, she thought in surprise. If ever a man needed to be taken down a peg or two, this was that man, she decided. 
“Why me?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.  For some reason this guy was getting to her.  “Why not Kelsey or someone similar?” she asked, genuinely curious. 
“Apart from the obvious?” he asked, as his erection became even more prominent than it had been.
Good grief, she thought, how much bigger would it get?  Sighing, she decided to just enjoy the sensation of being blatantly desired, as tremors rocked her core.
“Yes, apart from the obvious.”
“Kelsey’s a charming little girl and I expect she will need some minor correction from time to time.  She will be compliant for the most part and a sweet little bundle to come home to.  I’m sure my brother is making his move, even as we speak.  Ty’s a gentle man unless something riles him and then he can be a force to be reckoned with, but I doubt Kelsey has the disposition to truly make him angry.  I, however, have a darker side to my nature.”
“Do tell,” she drawled sarcastically.  “Is there more?”
Marcus laughed with a rich deep rumble in his chest that weakened her knees, and she found herself clutching his shoulder. 
“Of course there’s more.  Do you think I’m so shallow that I would pick the first girl who agreed to be spanked?”
“How would I know?  You’re here for exactly that and I’m here for the money.  I think it’s pretty clear what we both want.”
“What a cynic,” he said, shaking his head.  “All right, allow me to elaborate.  There have been a number of women in my bed over the years that enjoyed a little slap and tickle, so to speak.  I want a relationship, a woman who will be a partner.  If I were looking for a one-night stand believe me I could find it or buy it.  No, I want a relationship that is long term.  I am a dominant man, I admit it, and I have no desire to spend months courting a woman who will run screaming to her mama the first time I correct her poor behavior.  It’s best to be upfront and open about what I expect.  I will be the undisputed head of my own home, no exceptions.  My woman will be loved to within an inch of sanity in the bedroom and cherished and protected outside of it as well.  She will also be disciplined as I see fit, if she breaks the rules.  It’s really very simple.”
“I see,” Susan said, with a smirk she made no effort to hide.  In her mind ‘boots’ would last about ten minutes in her bed and she’d have him eating out of her hand.  “So, that brings us back to the original question, why me?”
“To put it delicately, my body responds to yours in a way it hasn’t for another woman in a very long time.  I’ve thought about you constantly since we met in the bookstore.  You’re beautiful, obviously, but more than that you’re sassy and opinionated and quite funny.  With your attitude, I’m sure you will spend a great deal of your time over my knee, which I will enjoy immensely and you will abhor, but that’s as it should be.”
“What if I’m good, very, very good?” she asked, walking her fingers up his chest and looking at him from under her lashes as the music came to a stop.
“I will still spank you, frequently, but it will be a different kind of spanking. But for some reason I can’t picture you being good,” he whispered in her ear.  “Oh there is one other thing,” he told her, straightening.  “You do have a perfect ass.”
“Yes, there is that,” Susan agreed, looking over her shoulder and checking out her butt.
Marcus laughed, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him.  His head lowered and his lips took hers in a kiss so possessive and fierce she was dizzy within a heartbeat.  Gripping his jacket she held on for dear life as the world spun away.  He released her far too quickly and her head dropped weakly to his chest.
“Shit,” she mumbled.
“Exactly,” he replied as he began steering her toward the door.
“Wait,” she cried, tugging him to a stop.  “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a writer. Why? Does it matter?”
“Let me guess?  You write spanking novels,” she grinned.
“I have been known to craft a spanking novel or two, under a pen name, of course.  My main interest as far as my writing goes is Si Fi, although I have written a few suspense and mystery novels.”
“Are you any good at it?”
“I’ve been on the bestseller list a few times; maybe you’ve read something of mine?”
“No, I doubt it.  My tastes run more toward smut,” she quipped.
“Maybe a little discipline will improve your tastes,” he shot back, grinning.
“God, I hope you’re not a literary snob,” she replied.  “I take my smut very seriously and I won’t have you disparaging it.”
“Susan,” Marcus warned, pulling her back into the shadows.
“Yes?” she inquired innocently, snuggling into his arms.
“There is another reason I chose you.   You need me,” he told her, holding her shoulders firmly in his strong hands and looking intently into her eyes.
That intensity touched her and she tried to laugh it off.
“Why? To improve my mind as well as my behavior?” she asked teasingly.  Did she need him?  Possibly.  Would she admit it?  Not likely.
Before he could answer, Sam came to the doorway and called her name.
“Susan, are you out here?  There’s someone I want to introduce you to.”
Marcus walked her out of the shadows, his arm firmly around her waist, hugging her close to his side.
“Too late, Sam,” he informed him smoothly.  “The lady is taken.”
“I see,” said Sam, looking to Susan, who nodded her head almost imperceptibly.  “Well, congratulations then.  I’m happy for you both.  Let me know when you’ve worked out the details and we’ll get busy on a contract.”  Walking closer, he took Susan’s hand and asked her directly.
“Are you sure, Susan?  I worry about you and you are a little impulsive.  You don’t have to decide tonight, you know.”
This was it, she thought.  They’d talked for all of fifteen minutes.  He’d kissed her passionately, soaked her panties and promised her frequent spankings.  She could walk away right now and go meet another man and run the risk of Marcus leaving.  But she couldn’t really.  Something in her heart told her to stay, and she thought she’d seen a shooting star fly across her vision when he kissed her.  Besides, there was that ‘loved to insanity in the bedroom’ part, and she didn’t want to miss that at all.
Susan felt Marcus tense beside her and she slipped her arm around his waist.
“I’m sure,” she answered with a wink.  “We understand each other, don’t we, Marcus?”

Excerpt 2: Kelsey and Ty
Kelsey clung to Ty’s arm in the cool evening air and finally worked up the nerve to speak.
“A doctor, huh?  Does that mean you will want to do kinky medical stuff to me?” she asked, trying to sound calm.  They hadn’t really discussed particulars so she had no idea what he was into. 
“Do you want me to?” Ty countered.
Kelsey had a hard time knowing what to say.  She liked Ty and for some reason trusted him, and if he was into that sort of thing, she would try to please him.  On the other hand, it scared the bejesus out of her.  Finally she decided to be honest.  There was no sense starting off their relationship with lies, other than the one she’d been practicing for that is.
“No, I don’t,” she forced out, waiting for his reply.
“Good, because I’m a vet,” he laughed.
“A vet?” she squealed, slapping his arm.  “You let me fret over it like that and you’re a veterinarian?”
“Kelsey, I know you as well as you know me.  If you have an interest in medical fetishes, I’m sure I can satisfy it.  I wanted to give you the option and see if you were going to be honest with me.”
“I guess I can understand that, and Ty, I want you to be happy, too.  If there is something you want to do, whatever it is, I’ll try.  As long as you’re patient with me I’m willing to keep an open mind.”
“That’s good to know.  I would never intentionally hurt you and I’m an easygoing kind of guy, but you have to know that if you deliberately disobey me or put yourself at any kind of risk, I won’t hesitate to spank you, Kelsey.”
“I know,” she answered so softly he had to bend to hear her. “Ty… are you interested in all that baby stuff?”
“No,” he answered, “you’re enough of a little girl for me just as you are.  I don’t want a two-year-old, unless of course it’s my own child.   Do you want to be babied?”
“Heavens, no! I’ve spent most of my life trying to convince everyone that I’m bigger, stronger, or older than I was.  Even now that I’m legally an adult I still get treated like a child.  That’s what I was most afraid of about Sugar Babies, finding a man who would never let me really grow up.”
“I’m quite a bit older than you, Kelsey, and I can’t promise I won’t baby you to a certain extent.  It’s in my nature to baby anything or anyone smaller or weaker than me, especially if they are sick or injured.  But I will let you grow up and I’ll help you become the beautiful, confident, mature woman you are meant to be.  Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal, Ty,” she sighed happily, hugging his arm tight and laying her head against him as they walked.   “You don’t know how glad I am that I didn’t chicken out and skip that party.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do, Sweat Pea,” he replied.
Tag Lines:
"So you did this with the intention of faking an orgasm with me.  You were going to let me think you were enjoying making love when all the time you planned on hating every minute of it?"
"Red," he told her, pausing in his mission and resting his hand on her very hot bottom.  "You are about the most ill-behaved woman I've ever met."
"That's not fair," Sue hissed.  "You picked me because I was 'ill-behaved'!  You wanted someone to spank, admit it."
 
Matched for Keeps
Susan Shaughnessy was down on her luck, but all that is about to change. She just signed a contract with Sugar Babies, Inc., an exclusive matchmaking company, and for the next year she will be under the watchful eye of one Marcus McCarthy, award-winning author and Dom extraordinaire.
Kelsey Reed was shaking in her shoes as she got into the limo. Thank goodness Ty, Kelsey's match and Marcus's twin brother, wasn't as strict as Marcus. Ty is sweet and he smells good, a far cry from the last man who tried to put his hands on her. As a veterinarian, Ty is naturally gentle and caring. If he doesn’t love her, that’s okay. At least for the next year she would have a roof over her head and someone to hold her when she was scared. With her generous allowance, her days of sleeping in the back room at Fat Rusty's Diner with a knife under her pillow are over.

Excerpt: Susan and Marcus
Squaring her shoulders she opened the door, determined to tell him that some things were just off limits.  There was no way he was going to make her crave things she wasn't interested in.  Suddenly she heard the grandfather clock in the great room strike the half hour, its deep tone reverberating through her in warning.
"Shit," she mumbled as she ran down the hall to the stairway.  Susan flew down the stairs at top speed, cursing herself for her weakness.  She got to the door at the same moment Marcus opened it to come looking for her and ran smack into his arms.
"You're late," he observed, taking in her flushed face and panting breaths.  Her hair swirled around her like fire against her pale skin and silky robe.  "Is something wrong?" he asked, gathering up her hair and bringing a shining handful to his face.  "You smell like sugar cookies," he murmured, pulling her closer and smiling.  "So are you running to something or away from something?   Is there a spider I need to remove?" he teased.
Susan stiffened in his arms. "The only spider around here is you," she spat, wiggling out of his arms.
"How so?" Marcus laughed and let her go, leaning against his desk as she scurried to the other side of the room and took up a position behind the sofa. 
 "Don't act so innocent, Marcus.  You know what you're doing to me.  This isn't exactly what I signed on for," she huffed, taking the items out of her pocket and dropping them on the sofa.
"What did you sign on for?  I never misrepresented myself as far as I know.  From the very beginning I told you that my desires were slightly twisted.  Do you feel that I have deceived you?"
"No, it's not that; you were basically honest," she answered, twisting the sash of her robe as she avoided meeting his eyes.
"Then what's the problem?" 
"I guess you're just more than I expected.  I thought there would be a little spanking, a lot of sex and an incredible amount of money." 
"And how is that different than what you received?" he asked, confused.
"It just is," she shot back.  "I didn't figure on liking everything you did to me," she growled, her eyes flashing
"I see," he said as he turned his head away and smiled.  "What would you like me to do?" he asked, facing her again.  "Do you want me to stop spanking you?"
"Would you?"
"No.  How about the sex?  Do you want me to stop making love to you, or maybe just resort to missionary style in the dark a couple of nights a week?"
"Good grief, no," she shuddered, remembering all the times she'd dumped men for exactly that reason. 
"Well, Red, if you want me to consider your argument, you're going to have to be a little more specific," he informed her.
"I don't know how to put it," she snapped, pacing behind the large leather sofa.  "I feel out of control, needy, on edge or excited all the time.  It's very frustrating for someone like me."
"Go on," he instructed calmly.
"I don't feel like myself anymore, Marcus.  You've changed me somehow, woven a web around me that I can't seem to break out of.  I can't believe the things I think about during the day, waiting for you to come out of your office." 
"Sue, fantasizing about sex is perfectly normal."
"No Marcus, this is way beyond fantasizing.  I get wet the moment you walk into a room.  All you have to do is look at me and my body weeps with need.  Sometimes I even imagine myself doing things that I know you will spank me for.  I'm telling you it's just bizarre," she moaned.  "And now this," she pointed at the toys. 
"Red, I would never force you," he insisted quietly.
"That's the point, Marcus," she cried.  "You wouldn't have to.  You have a way of making me want things I would never have imagined letting anyone do to me.  This is not who I am," she insisted heatedly.  "I am not a submissive woman!"
"Don't I know it," he laughed. 
"Marcus, this is not funny.  It's shaken the very core of who I thought I was and it's scary as hell," she said, her fists clenched at her sides.

Ty and Kelsey:
Kelsey actually got away without a spanking.  She was so happy, she giggled all the way to their room and Ty didn't have the heart to spoil her good time.  Yes, she'd acted a little wild, but he should have known better than to let her go off with that redheaded vixen.  As soon as they got to their suite she collapsed on the sofa and held out her hand, admiring her ring.
"Gosh, Ty, in a few hours we'll be married and I'll be Mrs. Ty McCarthy," she said grinning from ear to ear.  "I can hardly believe it.  If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."
Ty tossed his jacket over the chair and sat down beside her, pulling her feet onto his lap and slipping her heels off.  Gently he massaged her feet as she sighed in delight.
"It's not a dream, sweetie, and you can plan on waking up in my arms every day for the rest of your life, but about tonight…"
"Are you angry, Ty?" she asked, suddenly worried and biting the nail of her index finger.
"I was, at first.  Seeing you on stage with that man made my blood boil."
"So you're not mad anymore?" she sighed in relief as she scooted onto his lap, straddling his hips and undoing his tie.
"No, I guess a girl has a right to cut loose every once in a while. Just don't think you'll be making a habit of it," he warned.  "Besides, I think we gave those women something special to remember about their trip to sin city," he added, grinning.
"That kiss was something special, wasn't it Ty?" she sighed, nibbling on his lips and emitting breathy little puffs.  "I swear I thought I was going to faint right on the spot."
"I would have caught you," he assured her, his hands moving up and down her spread thighs.  "Never worry about that honey.   I'll always be there to catch you if you fall."  Ty's hands moved to grasp her hips and pulled her snugly against his rapidly growing erection.  In about three minutes he would be ready to throw her back on the sofa if she didn't stop grinding her pretty little pussy against him.  It was the words she spoke next that shocked him, scattering his thought like leaves in the wind.
"Ty," she whispered, "If you want to spank me… I mean if you think it would make you feel better, you can," she offered, blushing wildly.  "I know I wasn't exactly 'your angel' tonight."

The Last Match
When Erica asked John Braden to accompany her to Vegas for a wedding, it seemed like a good idea. John was mature, wealthy and harmless – at least, she thought so until he pulled her over his knee. Suddenly the mild-mannered man from Texas didn't seem so uncomplicated. As an administrative assistant for Sugar Babies Inc., she is determined to find John the perfect match, and quickly.

Excerpt: 1
“Look at me, Erica,” he insisted, steepling his fingers as he peered at her.  “I want to know what’s going on between you and John.”
“Nothing’s going on,” she replied, meeting his eyes.  “I didn’t want to go to Vegas with a group of couples and feel like a third wheel, so I asked him to come along.  He’s a nice guy, we had fun, end of story.  He’s a client, just like everyone else.”
“Then would you care to explain why, for the last month, every single match I suggest for him comes back with a negative comment from you on the form?”
“That’s not true,” she defended herself.  “I don’t care who he’s matched with as long as it works out and grows the company.”
“Oh really,” he drawled, picking up a stack of papers and walking around to the front of his desk.  Leaning his tall body against it, he began to review the forms as he recapped her comments, handing her each paper.  “Too young, too old, not a good match, he’s too dominant for her, she wants a daddy, she’s too short, they’ll look ridiculous together; he likes dark hair, she doesn’t want to be spanked or disciplined, she has children and he wants to travel, she wants to top, and my personal favorite, she’s a whiney wimp, he’ll hate that and her hair looks like straw.’  So what gives, Erica?   Why are you deliberately sabotaging John’s chances of finding the right match?  Did he do something to you in Vegas and you want some sort of payback?”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” she insisted, standing and twisting the papers in her hands.  “I just don’t think any of these women are right for him, that’s all.”
“Would you like to drop him as a client?  I like John, know him very well, but if it bothers you to the point you can’t be objective, I’ll call him and explain that right now we are not making any progress and he should feel free to look elsewhere,” he offered, sympathetically placing his hand on her shoulder.
Erica shook his hand off and thrust the papers at his chest.  “No! Absolutely not,” she insisted.  “I’ll set up a meet-and-greet, for two weeks from Friday.  You invite every one of those women,” she said, pointing her finger at the papers in his hand.  “I’ll take care of notifying our clients, including John Braden.  I’m sorry Sam; apparently I let my personal feelings cloud my judgment, which isn’t acceptable.  I will make it my mission to find the perfect match for Mr. Braden, and this will be the best party we’ve ever had,” she promised before turning to leave the room.  She barely managed to close the door without slamming it.
Sam smiled and shook his head.  He had a feeling Erica would indeed find John’s perfect match, and he didn’t think she’d have to look too hard, if she would only open her own eyes.
Excerpt: 2
Leaving her office, she went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and retrieved her messages from the receptionist.  Sinking into her chair, she finally noticed the small box on her desk.  As she reached for it, she was surprised to see her hands shaking slightly.  Wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt, she picked it up and pulled the tiny bow.  Inside was a gold engraved charm, with ‘Lil Sweetheart’ written on the heart in flowing script, the curling letters entwined with etched flowers.  The delicate gold chain was quite long, she noticed, before setting it down and picking up the embossed card.  ‘The chain is long Darlin’ so you can wear it under your clothes and nestled between your breasts.  No one will ever see it,’ JB.
She was quiet for a long time, the necklace dangling from her fingers, the charm twirling gently as sunlight reflected off the gold.  Damn you JB, she thought, as she wiped away the tear that silently slipped down her cheek.  This was too much!  This was a gift a loving father or a doting uncle would give to his daughter or niece!  So why did she feel so sad, so lost?  No one had ever given her something so personal, so emotionally gut-wrenching. 
She wasn’t a Lil’ Sweetheart!  Had never been anyone’s little sweetheart!  She was hard and cold and focused.  She was ruthless in her quest to make her own way without depending on anyone.  What did this man see in her that would make him think she would appreciate a gift of this nature?  She wasn’t a child; in fact she’d never had a childhood and she didn’t want one now.  Her early life had consisted of being passed from one miserable foster home to another.  She had vague memories of a little sister, but she couldn’t be sure they were even accurate.  By the time she was old enough and well off enough to think about searching for her, she no longer cared.  
What did it matter anyway?  It was all in the past, water under the bridge and all that crap.  No, she was a survivor, she thought, wiping away another tear.  She’d be damned if any man made her spend even one minute thinking about what could have been.
The knock on her door startled her, and she quickly shoved the box in her trash and slipped the necklace over her head, the charm cold between her breasts.
“Come in.”

 
Author Bio:
Best-Selling author Stevie MacFarlane has been writing in her spare time for more than twenty years.  It wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to submit some of her work to Blushing Books.  Since then she has been a nominated for several awards and has frequently hit Amazon’s list of Most Popular Erotic/BDSM authors. While most of her stories are on the sweet side, she never fails to add just enough kink and humor to keep her loyal fans clamoring for more. 
Stevie lives in rural upstate New York.  She loves hearing from readers and you can write to her at steviemacfarlane@aol.com  


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The romance doesn't end after Valentine's Day!

2/20/2019

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Experience tantalizing kisses and oh so satisfying romances with Regency rakes, earls, and spies along with Medieval knights, Edwardian ladies, Tudor witches, and Scottish lairds in this must read seven book collection.


Available for preorder at these vendors:
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This collection will be live on or about February 26th for $2.99, so preorder for $0.99 while you can. Here's a taste of what's inside.


Bree Wolf: Rules To Be Broken: A scandalous lady. A virtuous gentleman. And rules that need to be broken.
After a minor faux-pas, DIANA LAWSON finds herself forced into a marriage of convenience to save her reputation. However, London society still talks, and no matter how hard Diana tries, the whispers never cease.
After her well-respected husband dies in the arms of his mistress, Diana decides to live by her own rules alone.
ARTHUR ABBOTT, EARL OF STANHOPE, is a stickler for propriety and has never met a rule he did not feel compelled to uphold. However, when he saves a young widow from a most inappropriate situation, he is drawn into a world quite unlike his own. Convinced that he is only lending a hand out of duty, Arthur agrees to a daring compromise.
For Diana to uphold society's rules, Arthur has to break them.
Can scandalous and virtuous ever walk hand in hand?

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Tammy Burton Andresen: My Wicked Earl:

Lord Rex Abelman, Earl of Casterly, has no intention of marrying. His life is that of an adventurer. But he cannot deny that Lady Daffodil is as sweet and funny as she is beautiful. Nor can help but wonder what life might be like if he were a better man.
Rex is a rake and a rogue who has sworn off marriage. He is the last man Daffodil should give her attention. So why do her eyes drift to him at every opportunity?

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Dawn Brower: Surrendering to My Spy A rogue, a marquess and a spy... Each an integral part of Dominic Rossington's life and he does them all rather well. Love throws him off balance and he'll do everything in his power to protect the one who holds his heart, Lady Rosanna. Danger lurks on the horizon and he'll have to put it all on the line to save her.

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Amanda Mariee: One Enchanting Kiss Handsome-as-sin Thomas Astley is more than a little intrigued by the vibrant, saucy woman who saved his life. He knows she is more than she seems, and vows to discover all of Moire’s secrets. A move that unbeknownst to him threatens her future and all she holds dear…including her heart.

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Aubrey Wynne, Author: Genre: Medieval 12th century Rolf's Quest A wizard, a curse, a fated love…
When Rolf finally discovers the woman who can end the curse that has plagued his family for centuries, she is already betrothed. Time is running out for the royal wizard of King Henry II. If he cannot find true love without the use of sorcery, the magic will die for future generations.
Melissa is intrigued by the mystical, handsome man that haunts her by night and tempts her by day. His bizarre tale of Merlin, enchantments, and finding genuine love has her questioning his sanity and her heart.
From the moment Melissa stepped from his dreams and into his arms, Rolf knew she was his destiny. Now, he will battle against time, a powerful duke, and call on the gods to save her.

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Katherine Bone: Regency: My Lady Rogue Everything Lord Danbury and Baroness Chauncey have done for Nelson’s Tea has led to this moment…
Gillian, Baroness Chauncey has only been an English spy for Nelson’s Tea for four years, but she truly thought she had seen it all. Yet as war continues off England’s shores, from the sea to the continent, and victory is won at great cost, a devastating betrayal threatens the men she has come to know and love. And her love for one man in particular is tested when she makes a life-or-death decision that could destroy everything she holds dear.
As members of Nelson’s Tea, Admiral Horatio Nelson’s mercenaries have never questioned Lord Simon Danbury’s authority—until now. Death’s darkening veil is descending over London, and as a new hierarchy within the group begins to rise, a hostile mole prepares to strike. Surrounded by the greatest spies in England, can Simon unify the clandestine group without losing the baroness? Or will she be the price they have to pay for peace?

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Keriann McKenna: Genre: Edwardian set in 1912: On Loving a Woman: Do No Harm. Professor Ian MacDermot is pleased when a beautiful young woman is turned over to him for individual instruction. His task—to teach her to be a dutiful wife.
The fiercely independent-thinking Sarah MacDonald is having none of it. Haunted by a dark experience from her past, she vowed never to marry and become a 'sex slave' to any man, but Ian MacDermot is not just any man.
When Ian reads the Dean’s instructions, detailing what he is to do to train her, he finds it unconscionable. With the help of Sarah's father who is a barrister, Ian and Sarah embark on an impossible mission to bring the Dean to justice. They know they may not succeed but time will tell...and timing is everything.
While On Loving a Woman in the fourth book in a series, it is a standalone novel. There are 3-4 pages where abuse of young women is spoken about. If this will upset you, please skip over those pages.

NOTE: These are not erotic novels.



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Come meet me at Sweet Virginia Breeze!

10/3/2018

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I'm so excited to be attending Sweet Virginia Breeze in Richmond! This will be my first book signing event ever, so if you're going to be in the area this weekend please come.  There will be more than 60 authors present, great door prizes, plenty of books for sale and fun activities to choose from. Check it out and hope to see you there!

Hugs,
Stevie

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Submitting to the Sergeant

8/25/2018

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They’d been married for almost ten years, some of them good.  The rest were…well, they just were.  She’d stopped craving his touch during his last deployment.  Something inside just sort of shut down or froze, she wasn’t sure which.

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After ten years, their marriage was fraying around the edges. When she married him, Tara knew full well he intended to be a career Marine and Cameron had the strength and determination to achieve anything he set out to do.
What she hadn't expected was the loneliness and depression that dragged her under when her husband was deployed for eighteen months. Her life fell apart and his return was nothing like what she'd anticipated either. Something was missing; an intricate part of their marriage seemed lost forever.

Cam couldn't believe how Tara had changed. His once loving and self-sacrificing wife was now selfish and lazy. The house was neglected and if it wasn't for Tara's mother the children would have been too. For a while he simply accepted it and carried on, fulfilling his duty during the day and taking care of everything else at night and on the weekends.
Finally, he realized any change had to come from him. Surely a Sergeant with dozens of men under his command could straighten out one small woman who'd once promised to love, honor and obey.


Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, steamy romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of sensual scenes, domestic discipline and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.



Excerpt:

Cameron pulled her arms apart and took her hands, turning them up and kissing each palm in turn but not releasing her.
“If you think a few kisses are going to solve our problems, you’d better think again,” she sneered.
“No, it’s not kisses that are going to work this time but I do have a solution,” he answered smoothly as he tugged her closer. “I’m going to spank you.”
“Excuse me?”
He watched the shock on her face as her blue eyes widened. A flush crept up her neck to her cheeks and she tried to pull away. It was ridiculously easy to control her and he guided her over his knees and wrapped one arm around her waist holding her in place.
“I said I’m going to spank you. In fact, I believe there will be quite a few spankings in your future,” he informed her as he lifted her skirt and hooked a finger in the top of her panties pulling them down to her knees.”
“You can’t be serious,” she yelled. “You haven’t spanked me in years. Not since we were first married.”
“Apparently that’s an oversight on my part, baby. One I intend to correct. I learned early on how stubborn and sassy you could be and if I recall smacking your bottom worked pretty well back in the day. I should have been smart enough to put two and two together. I should have realized you needed me to step up and take a firm stand with you. I’m sorry about that.”
“You’re going to be sorry if you lay one hand on me,” she screamed, glaring at him over her shoulder and beginning to kick her feet.
He trapped her legs under his. She was going nowhere.
“No, my only regret will be that we lost our way in the first place. I’m sorry I didn’t hold you accountable when you first started slipping. I let my disappointment and anger get in the way when I should have been dealing with the issues instead of trying to ignore them. I almost let it destroy us.”
“Seems to me you’re trying to destroy us now,” she insisted, still wiggling even though she had no chance of escaping his hold.
His hand cupped her bottom lovingly and he shook his head. He’d been a fool. This weekend would either make or break their marriage.
“Let me ask you something before I get started. Do you still love me, Tara?”
“Of course I love you, you moron,” she cried. “Would I be here if I didn’t?”
“Then we have a chance,” he sighed in relief, patting her gently.
“You have a chance of seeing God if you don’t stop this nonsense and let me up right now!”
Cameron laughed, full out.
“I’m pretty sure I won’t see God this weekend, but I’m hoping for a small slice of heaven, or a few trips to paradise.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Here’s my plan,” he said, stroking her cheeks. “I’m going to spank you long and hard. It’s going to remind you why you were a little bit afraid of me. Knowing additional ones are coming if you don’t behave I figure you’ll also be quite eager to please me. I can’t wait for that part.”
“Dream on,” Tara snorted.
Cam ignored her.
“Once your sweet bottom is red and hot I’ll continue smacking it until I believe you’re suitably contrite. When I’m convinced your tears of remorse are genuine I will comfort you and reassure you of my love.”
“Yeah, right,” she hissed in derision.
Cam smacked her bottom, hard.
“Then, once you’ve calmed down I’m going to strip off the rest of your clothes and put you in that pretty little sheer apron you used to wear and…”
“I don’t even know where that is!”
“I do. As I was saying, I plan to enjoy the sight of your lovely breasts and well-tended bottom as you move around the kitchen making our dinner. Plus it will give me no hindrances to smacking you simply because I have neglected that part of your anatomy for years and I can.”
“You’re insane.”
“During dinner and later we will talk about where our marriage derailed and how to get it back on track. I have numerous ideas, but I’m interested in what you have to say as well.”
“I say get me a ticket to Reno,” she shot back.
Cam slapped her bottom crisply and smiled when she squealed.

Hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into Submitting to the Sergeant.  The buy links are below as well as links to other places you can find me on the web. Gee, it's cool here in the Northeast this morning.  Seems summer is slipping away. I hope many of you will join me October 5-7th at the Rom.Com Sweet Virginia Breeze conference in Richmond, Virginia.  I'd love to meet you in person!

Hugs,
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Fool's Desire, a hot new release by Poppy Flynn

8/9/2018

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  1. Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.












 As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears.
 Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper, but the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life.
 Can she resist him or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new, quiet life?
 
Publisher's Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes as well as power exchange. Please do not read it if this is offensive to you.


Publisher's Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes as well as power exchange. Please do not read it if this is offensive to you.

Blurb:
Like an elastic band being wound tighter and tighter, Desi's cravings grew greater, her carnal hunger more extreme, and she longed for the cataclysmic detonation that she knew was so close.
Joel took her right to the edge as she knew he would, then just as she reached the crescendo, just as she was about to snap, the flogging ceased.
She wanted to scream at the denial; she wanted to beg for the release. It took her entire force of will to keep silent.
Joel's arm came around her waist, his skin cool against her heated flesh. As if from a distance, she heard the chain clink as he released her bonds.
The cuffs remained around her wrists, and he kept the spreader bar in place as he positioned her on her knees, then pushed her shoulders and face into a plump cushion. He positioned her so that her cheek rested on the soft material, her head adjusted to face the crowd. It didn't matter, she was oblivious to them all, her eyes unfocused and distracted. Just as he had demanded, she remained still and silent as he attached each individual wrist cuff to a ring at each end of the bar near her ankles, forcing her backside high and putting everything on display. Moisture trickled down her leg and Joel tracked it with his tongue, tracing it back to its source but denying her any further indulgence from his mouth.
A light shiver rippled her skin, replaced by the sting of his punishment as he started to spank her hard and fast. There was no warm up here, just a rain of merciless slapping that set fire to her butt. She could hear Joel grunt with the sheer exertion, but her endorphin coated brain interpreted every blow as pure bliss.
God, she loved the feel of his hand. More often, Joel used a crop or a paddle, but his bare palm on her backside was so much more intimate, and she gloried in that touch like a brat who misbehaves, just to get attention.

Fool's Desire will be available 8/10/18.  Just click the cover to buy on Amazon and enjoy the ride!





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About the author:
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
 
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
       Poppy

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Assignment: Trouble, A fast-paced, Erotic Thriller

7/17/2018

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The sound of water running woke him instantly and his eyes scanned the room. The walls were thin, he noted. He even heard her soft sigh of pleasure when she stepped under the spray. In minutes he was up, naked and stepping into the shower with her, handing her the small bottle of body wash she preferred.
“Here, don’t use that stuff,” he scolded. “I love how you smell and Lord only knows what’s in the crap they supply.”
“Thanks. Did you sleep well?” she inquired, facing the spray while he stepped closer and rubbed her shoulders. She placed the small motel sample back on the shower shelf.
“Well enough.” His big hands gently moved her hair. He lowered his lips to her shoulder.
“Mmm,” Joy murmured, angling her neck to give him better access. Slowly his hands crept around her waist and reached up, cupping her breasts. Pouring some soap in her hand she reached behind her and cupped his sack, massaging gently and feeling him grow hard against her.
Jay’s lips nipped her neck and moved higher as she pressed her bottom back.
“What are you hiding from me, baby?” he whispered before his tongue traced her shell like ear.
Joy stiffened, instantly knowing it had been a mistake. Pouring more soap onto her chest she took his hands and moved them, making them slide over her slippery skin. One stayed at her breast, the other she pushed lower until his long fingers slipped between her legs.
For a few moments he gave her what she wanted, rubbing her slit as she squirmed against his cock. Little whimpers escaped her lips. Finally she turned in his arms and pressed fully against him, moving her body side to side. She smiled up at him.
“I’m not hiding anything, Jay,” she assured him sweetly. “I give you everything I have, everything I am,” she purred seductively.
He bent his head, took her lips and nearly laughed into her mouth.
“My, you are a naughty little lady, lying to me as if you thought you could get away with it. It might have been fun playing your daddy for a while, giving you a good licking every time you misbehaved. Perhaps I should have given that assignment more consideration,” he breathed against her mouth.
Her knees weakened and she sagged for a moment in his arms before he tightened his grasp, one hand holding the cheek of her ass securely.
“Now, do you want to tell me the truth?” he asked, staring down into her startled eyes.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly. “I was going to tell you as soon as we got here, but I fell asleep.”
“We’re wide awake now,” he pointed out, prodding at her bottom hole as she squirmed.
“I know, and I will tell you, but please can’t it wait?” she pleaded as his fingertip eased into her bottom. “I need…”
“I know what you need,” he growled. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, turning her away from him so she was facing the back of the shower.
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When Joy accidentally comes across the man of her dreams, she snaps him up pretty quickly. He’s exactly like the heroes in the erotic novels she adores: loving, forceful and mature. The situation she’s gotten herself into turns deadly and J.R. Everly is just the sort of man a woman needs at such times.
Although Joy is a Forensic Accountant she convinces herself she can be happy on Jay’s Ranch, but soon the lure of adventure rears its head. After all, they already survived one dangerous assignment. Why shouldn’t they take on another, this time as a team?
Jay is completely against Joy’s further involvement in the agency. She’s young, inquisitive and has no idea what she’s getting into. He puts his foot down, hard, or rather, his hand, but it’s too late. The damage has been done thanks to his underhanded and manipulative boss. Now they’re in trouble up to their necks.
Her man wanted to retire. Does he have another rescue in him and if so, what’s it going to cost her?
A small portion of this book was previously released in the Hero Undercover box set. It has been completely rewritten and expanded into a full-length novel.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, steamy romance is intended for adults only. Along with romance, it contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, and adventure. It also contains an event that may cause distress to some readers. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Assignment: Trouble is available for preorder at a discounted price of $2.99 on Amazon until the official release date of 7/20/2018.  At that time it will return to the original price of $4.99.

Happy Reading!

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