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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

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Her Doctor Daddy and an Interview with Shelly Douglas


Shelly Douglas has a brand new book out today, Her Doctor Daddy. I don't know if you know this, but Shelly Douglas is not just one person. It's actually two friends and authors, Shelly and Doug, writing together.  I've been curious about this for a long time and I'm thrilled Shelly answered some questions for me about what it's like to write together!

Natasha: So Shelly Douglas is not just one person. Can you tell us a little about Shelly and a little about Doug? 

Shelly: Doug and I met about 17 years ago, when he and my husband played in a father/son golf tournament in Myrtle Beach, SC with our boys.  Doug’s wife opted not to travel, so I was the only woman in attendance.  We got to know each other on that trip and have been good friends ever since!

Natasha: How did you and Doug decide to write this particular sort of book together?  

Shelly: We were on a couples’ vacation about four years ago.  I’d taken my new Kindle with me and was secretly exploring some AP erotica for the first time.  Doug and I had already been sharing mystery and spy novels for years at that point, and I casually brought it up in conversation that I’d started a novella that could be turned into something erotic.  He volunteered pretty quickly to help write it, and things just spiraled out of control from there. LOL!

Natasha: Is it ever weird socially??  

Shelly: Not for Doug, he embraces our writing and is proud of what we do.   People are always surprised that he writes in this genre, but he says they’re never shocked that I do. LOL! It was really his fault that we went public with this whole thing and encouraged me to hold my head up amidst the criticism of our conservative friends.  So, when people ask if it’s worth it when the time comes to split up the royalties - the answer is YES.  It would be a lonely business writing without his friendship and constant support. He’s also much better when it comes to swallowing the negative reviews.  My skin is much thinner than his!


Natasha: What is your writing process?

Shelly: We’ve been writing together for four years, so it’s constantly evolving.  At this point, we usually assign each other chapters that we think we’re best suited to write.  Doug likes to tell our friends that he stays away from the erotic scenes, but in full disclosure – he just sent me one yesterday. HA!  CASE CLOSED!

Natasha: Do you ever disagree on a chapter or scene or the direction a story is taking? How do you handle those? 

Shelly: We used to fight like a cat and a dog over a particular scene, or who the perp in a story might be. In fact, we had a loud argument in a restaurant once across the table because he wanted to kill our hero on his honeymoon.  We still laugh about that one!  But other than making crazy memories, we both know that most of this stuff is not worth arguing over. We like writing together too much, and are trying to make this process as enjoyable as possible.

Natasha: Tell us about your new book. 

Shelly: This book was a blast for us to write on so many levels!  The story takes place in 1975, and our heroine had just dropped out of college to go live with her sister in Ft. Lauderdale.  Many of the characters in this book are based on real people in an authentic setting, so much so that as we wrote it scene by scene, Doug would send me an e-mail to ask, “What happened next?”  Of course, one part of the story that contained pure fiction was the serial killer on the Loose in Lauderdale, but living there in the 1970’s, I can tell you that there were plenty of scary, dangerous young men around with extremely handsome faces.  I went out with one man in particular (who I’d met in a bar) and he scared me so much that I actually bolted out of his apartment and ran home. (Those who know me would laugh at this, because it is a well-known fact that I have no sense of direction!)  Between Ted Bundy and the Zodiac Killer, there were just too many real-life serial murders out there to not be frightened. But unfortunately, the 70’s were also a time of women hitchhiking and bar hopping, and even though we knew of the dangers - for some reason – we did it anyway.  

In 1975 - I was 19 and “Dr. Morales” was 43, but unfortunately in real life, we didn’t have a HEA.  My sister continued to work in the hospital for a number of years after I left and she said that every time she ran into that handsome ER doctor, he always asked about me.  I’ll let our readers decide how much was fiction and what actually happened.  Either way, it was an adventure that I’ll never forget and hope that everyone enjoys the tempestuous ride!

Natasha: Thanks so much for the interview Shelly! Let's get on to a sexy little scene from Her Doctor Daddy!

Shelly: This scene really doesn’t need much set-up.  Lexi was frightened, and Raul didn’t think it was safe to leave her alone in the apartment. It didn’t take much convincing for him to stay overnight.  ;)

Straightening his upper torso, he took hold of her wrists and pulled them over her head. With piercing eyes locked onto hers, his steamy gaze communicated that this wasn’t a game. It was the real thing for him. As he rubbed his surging cock up and down the hot, soaking slit of her sex, Lexi’s legs spread further in supplication, silently begging him to sink into her heated core. Pulling back one more time to look into her eyes, his lips finally seared onto hers with a fevered possessiveness, his thick sword edging into her tight sheath, the strokes building mightily. Slow and deliberate, his strides were steady and deep-seated over and over, her moans quickly escalating to groans until he felt her clench and flutter around his hard shaft. Thrusting into her one final time, he ground his pelvis hard against hers and shattered as she squeezed convulsively around him. Shuddering in breaths of gasping completion, her eyes remained closed and he stared upon her face as his thick seed pulsed deep inside. Keeping perfectly still, she waited patiently until he softened within her velvety cunny. As his lips touched her forehead, her eyelids slowly lifted.

“So how does it feel to be all mine?” he asked, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“Like pure heaven,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Was I too rough for my angel?”

She shook her head, grinning.

“Good,” he said, rolling her so he could spoon her from behind. “Lex, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking too many questions, but what kind of protection are you using?”

She swallowed hard before answering. “I took a class in college and learned how to monitor my cycle, so I’m aware of when my fertile time is. Don’t worry, we’re safe today.”

He tumbled her onto her back. “Are you kidding? That’s not what I call protection. Oh, my God, you’re not under a doctor’s care?” he asked, his stern hazel eyes glaring down at her. “You’re telling me we just had unprotected sex?”

Dramatically, she rolled her luminous baby blues up to the ceiling. “Don’t be silly. Just because I haven’t seen my gynecologist since last year doesn’t mean I’m not under anyone’s care. For your information, CM-BBT is a highly rated type of protection and completely natural. It stands for cervical mucus-basal body temperature…”

“Yes, yes. I know exactly what it means. And tomorrow, I’m going to schedule you for a complete gynecological exam and see to it that you get some real birth control. After that, we’ll talk about how silly I am,” he scolded, rolling her back over to sleep in his strong arms.

“Please, Raul,” she whined loudly. “I don’t want to have that kind of exam.”

He smacked her backside in response. “Go to sleep, mi amorcita.”

“Again with the Spanish?”

“It means ‘my little love.’”

She sucked in a deep, audible breath. “You aren’t angry with me?”

He snuggled up closer, his teeth gently sinking into the back of her neck. “What do you think?”

She smiled and sighed, interlocking her slender fingers with his large, protective ones.
  

Biography
Shelly Douglas is not one person, but two! Shelly and Doug are longtime friends and over the years have shared a love of reading spy and murder mystery novels. One night after sharing a bottle of wine, they decided to write a spanking romance novella laced with erotica. Now the stories are flowing out of their heads! Having a man and woman's perspective made for interesting collaborative writing experiences that resulted in books they hope their readers will enjoy.

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Friday, April 1, 2016

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Educating His Bride: A 1950s #Spanking Romance by Cara Bristol

I have Cara Bristol visiting today with her newest release, Educating His Bride! This is a sexy 1950s spanking romance and I'm just going to share one of my favorite scenes with you! First, the blurb:
Blurb:
From college coed to professor’s naughty bride…
It’s the 1950s. Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s sexual education has just begun.
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In this scene, college student Margaret has received a bad grade on her English paper. But a bad grade isn’t all she’s going to get.
Dejected, she slid into a vacant desk, still warm from another student’s derriere. She thumbed through her essay. Cliché. More analysis needed. What about…. Red-inked comments in a masculine scrawl spilled across every single one of the eight pages she’d typed so beautifully. Didn’t typing count for anything?
Her heart sank to the soles of her rounded-toe baby-doll pumps. She’d waited until the night before the due date to write the paper, but she deserved better than a D! And she intended to tell Professor Thurston so.
After the last student left, he gestured to the door. “Shall we go?”
She preceded him into the hall. 
“Do you have a class now?” he asked.
“No. My next period is free.”
“Good. We have time to talk.”
They exited Delmar Hall, named for an alumnus patron, and strolled down the walkway over rolling grassy hills dotted with stately oaks and flowering shrubs. A few stubborn blossoms clung to dogwood trees outside the library. Over a knoll, she spotted the Whitmore Building.
Some students glanced their way, a few who knew the professor greeted him, but mostly people ignored them. Margaret clutched her notebook to her chest. “You grade me harder than you do everyone else.”
“Please hold the discussion until we’re in my office.”
They entered Whitmore and climbed the stairs to the second floor. She waited while he checked with the secretary for messages then they proceeded to his office around the corridor. Two black nameplates lettered in white read, Asst. Professor Thurston and Asst. Professor Abernathy. He unlocked the door and motioned for her to enter.
The small office contained two battered wooden desks, the left one buried under a hazardous mountain of paper and academic debris, the one on the right neat as a pin. A tall shelving unit, shared by both professors, sagged under the weight of well-used literature and reference volumes. A wall clock ticked.
“Have a seat.” The professor shut the door and assumed his place behind the neat desk.
She perched on the edge of a straight-back chair, ankles together, and adjusted her skirt over her knees.
The man she loved steepled his fingers. “Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.” 
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.” 
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.

He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.” 

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

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Her Leading Man: An Excerpt from Adaline Raine

I'm very happy to share an excerpt from Adaline Raine's newest release, Her Leading Man! I chose a naughty excerpt since I think I know my readers. Enjoy...

The trailer door opened about ten minutes later,and Tristan came inside. She sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say. He met the distance between them and took her hand.

“I’m not happy with the way you insinuated I would handle Blondie.” Tristan tapped the fingers of his free hand on her hip. “Take these off.”

Gretchen stood and complied, still unsure of what to say.

“Panties too.”

“What?” She glanced in the mirror to see the cute pink pair with the red sparkly heart and letters that spelled out, ‘It ain’t gonna spank itself.’ It had been a present from one of her author friends when her last book came out and she didn’t want to be bare. “No.”

“Give me your panties.”

“Are you going to wear them?”

Tristan hooked his thumbs on either side of her waistband and tugged them off. He knelt down, picked up one foot then the other to free them from her legs, then crumpled them in his hands. He stood slowly without breaking eye contact. “You can have them back when I give them back to you. As for today, you’ve lost the privilege.”

“Panties aren’t a privilege!”

“They are now.”

Gretchen swallowed hard. Well, damn. He told her not all of the punishments were about spanking and sure enough losing her sexy skivvies ranked up on the new list. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Bend over, and stay still.” Tristan pointed to the table behind her. 

Blurb:
Gretchen Williams had finally been offered her dream job. After years of writing—screenplays, various freelance jobs, and erotic spanking romance—one of her book series had been adapted for television. She had been over the moon at the invitation to join the crew on set and overlook day to day operations. 

Of course she never expected to wind up as the whipping girl. The main actress balked at the idea of a hand coming anywhere near her perfect round behind, and after some deliberations Gretchen offers up her derriere for showbiz . She never dreamed her bottom would be on display for everyone to see, but the bigger problem is the sudden attention from the male lead actor. 

Tristan Callahan knew exactly what he was signing up for when he accepted the contract for a one year term, tentative for a second season at best. The subject matter appealed to him for a variety of reasons, ones he kept to himself. Until Gretchen throws a temper tantrum like a true diva. He takes her in hand, right in her own trailer, proving that he’s been doing very little acting so far. 

They embark into a secret D/s relationship. 

When photos of them together at a local BDSM dungeon surface and leak to the media, they find themselves with tough choices to make. Will their relationship overcome the scandal or is Gretchen doomed to say goodbye to Tristan in true Hollywood fashion? 



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Thursday, December 3, 2015

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Bound: a #BDSM Novel by Casey McKay

Hi Natasha! Thanks so much for having me over today. I brought over an excerpt from Bound for your readers to enjoy. Melissa and Martin are staying in a friend's house on his island. He's made his own dungeon in his home and during this scene Melissa is critiquing some of the things she sees around her. She's a little distracted, but she won't be for long.


“Kneel,” he commanded.
She dropped to her knees in front of him with no hesitation.
“Hmm, what to do with you now?” He ran his hand through her hair and she leaned into his leg. “I should have brought a plug in here with me.”
She made a noise of disapproval and pulled away from him. She could never quite tell if he was kidding or not, but she didn’t like when he teased her with filling her up with a plug. She didn’t want to like it, and Martin had this way of convincing her to do things that she didn’t want to like. And then she did like them, and it pissed her off.
Martin raised his eyebrows at her. “Not feeling very submissive tonight, Red?”
She lowered her eyes and fought the urge to bite her lip. Nothing could have been closer to the truth, she hadn’t felt submissive at all lately. She’d begun to wonder if she changed and wasn’t really a submissive anymore.
He reached down and tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”
Melissa recognized the look on his face, serious and unrelenting, it sent a shiver up her spine. Isn’t this what drew her to him all those years ago? “We can do whatever you want, sir.”
The smile he gave her was humorless. “You didn’t answer my question. Up,” he ordered, no longer waiting for a reply.
She scrambled to her feet. She may not have been feeling terribly submissive, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew when not to push.
“Over there.” He pointed to a low padded table. She could see straps and things hanging from the sides.
She moved toward it, fighting the urge to question him. It struck her then how different their dynamic had become. It wasn’t very long ago that this had been the norm, Martin in charge, her bent to his will. Lately, it all became muddled, they did more of what she wanted, he took cues and suggestions from her. Even when he was domming her he wasn’t really in charge. But now, the familiar feeling of anxiety and excitement of the unknown filled her. It was like an old friend, something she hadn’t felt in a while.
“Strip,” he barked, before turning to investigate a chest of drawers. Her eyes lingered on it. Unfinished wood. She hoped Jake eventually meant to add something to it, if he thought to leave a piece of furniture like that was a good idea then he really did need help.
Pulling her top over her head, she kept her gaze on Martin, trying to guess his next move.
He turned to look at her as if he felt her eyes on him. He stared her down until she broke her gaze.
She kept her eyes trained on her toes while she fiddled with the button on her shorts. All of this would have been second nature at one time, how had they strayed so far?
Martin cleared his throat, she didn’t look up but took as a sign that he thought she was stalling. She pushed her shorts and panties down together, stepping out of them. He came up beside her and threw a bundle of silky Shibari rope onto the table top. “Do you have a hair tie?”
Pulling the ever-present black hair band from her wrist, she passed it off to him.
Wordlessly, he moved behind her and fastened her wavy hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the moment as he tugged and secured her wild mane.
He pushed her hair over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on the back of her neck. A shiver shot down her spine as he lingered there, his warm breath heating her skin. He nudged her gently toward the table.
Taking her cue, she folded herself over the edge. The table was at perfect hip height for her. She reached across the table and her hands found the leather straps. The first slap was hard and unexpected. She let out a little squeak and wrapped her hands in the straps.
“Widen your stance,” he directed, his hand slipping between her thighs.
She stepped her feet apart and then stepped out further when Martin tapped her inner thigh. Her legs were open so wide that she ended up on her toes. It ran through her mind to complain, she didn’t know how long she could keep this position. But then he spanked again, his broad, hard hand smacking her ass in a loud slap and she decided to keep her mouth shut. If it got to be too much she would tell him, but for now she could try to please him.
He spanked her slowly, as if he were strategically placing the strikes. They were all of equal intensity, never getting harder or softer, each one making her jolt forward. The edge of the table, even padded, dug uncomfortably into her hips.
Her muscles strained, her legs tense, balancing her weight on her toes. She arched her back with each smack, unwittingly giving him a better target as it raised her ass and pushed it out more each time.
When she felt like heat was actually radiating from her skin and her calf muscles screamed from the stretch, she let out a grunt. Her breath was short as she tried to hold the position, register the pain, and keep quiet all at once.
Martin ran a hand over her heated globes. “Relax now.”
She stepped her feet in enough so she could place them flat on the floor. Melting into the table as his hand roved and caressed. He teased between her legs, her pussy sopping and welcoming his fingers without resistance.
“In a better head space now?” he asked with a knowing tone.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her breath still rasped out of her, but she was in a much more submissive mindset than just minutes earlier. She was more relaxed and ready to do anything Martin suggested. Her eyes fell shut until he added a second finger into her channel. “Ah.” She made a sound of surprise and pleasure as he curled his fingers and pumped them in and out of her.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, thrusting into her once more before removing his hand.
She tried not to whine at the absence, but she must have made a disapproving noise because Martin chuckled behind her.

Blurb:

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Friday, November 13, 2015

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Myka and the Millionaire by Alexis Alvarez #spanking #BDSM

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it will publish with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13th. 
Blurb for Myka and the Millionaire
Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?

Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire
The air smelled of sex and flowers; Myka’s head felt dizzy and she stepped closer to Gabriel, treating him like a safety raft, forgetting momentarily that this was his creation. He looked at her; tipped her chin up with his finger. He was more dominant now. “Look at me. Are you doing all right?” He gazed at her to be sure, then nodded. “Then let’s walk around. Where do you wish to go first?”
Myka pointed. “There.” She couldn’t take her eyes away from the spanking bench, and the woman cuffed to it, naked, offering her body up to the man beside her.
Gabriel guided her over until they were standing a few feet away. He whispered into her ear, “We never interrupt a scene unless it’s a safety concern. We’ll stand back and watch from here, yes?”
The man bent down to whisper something, and although it reminded Myka of the couple in the previous club, she felt safer here. But when the man picked up something from the floor, Myka caught her breath, clutched more tightly at Gabriel’s arm. It was a leather paddle, black and long. It looked wicked; the leather shone in the dim light, and the whole thing looked powerful. No toy, this. It seemed capable of delivering serious pain. But she felt a sharp flare between her legs, looking at the thing, imagining how it would feel on her own ass. Wielded by Gabriel’s hand.
The man ran the paddle up the woman’s naked legs, up to her buttocks, and she clenched her muscles. He smiled and said, “Feels soft, right? Answer me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. “Very soft.”
“But it won’t feel that way in a few minutes, will it?” He continued stroking her with the paddle, and she didn’t answer.
Gabriel whispered to Myka, “He’s forbidden her to talk unless he specifically tells her to answer. Anything else is for her to hear, but not to respond to. If she makes a mistake, she gets punished.”
Myka wasn’t sure she liked that. “It sounds like Simon Says with a wicked twist.”
Gabriel stifled a chuckle. “I suppose it does. It’s a hard game, true, but they both like it. Watch her. See how she’s becoming aroused?”
The woman glistened between her legs, which were spread across the bench and fastened down at the ankles. Myka couldn’t believe she was watching a naked woman in real life, discussing arousal levels.
“She loves this,” Gabriel continued. “They play this way often.”
The man slapped the woman’s left ass cheek with his hand, making her cry out in surprise, leaving a bright red mark that faded quickly. He rubbed it for a few seconds, then slapped the other, hard. The woman whimpered, wriggled in her bonds. Myka could see her trying to rub her clit against the bench.
The man noticed too, spoke to her sharply: “Jessica. You know better.” He raised the paddle and brought it down hard, making the cheeks indent and bounce back, and the woman cried out; before she was even done with her sound, the paddle hit again, and she choked out another cry. The paddle continued to slap at her ass, lower, higher, left, right; the uneven rhythm beat a staccato tune that made Myka’s nipples peak and ache. She shifted, uncomfortable with her own hunger, even as she could see the woman’s stimulation growing.
The paddling seemed to go on forever; Myka watched, mesmerized, as the stiff leather hit hard into the soft flesh. Jessica’s body seemed to learn the rhythm after a while, the slap, hard indentation, the retraction. Her gasps indicated that although the paddling hurt, she was also enjoying it.
At first Jessica’s skin showed a few bright red marks from the first paddle blows; soon the entire surface of her cheeks was a bright pink with patches of redder skin here and there. And as the spanking continued, her entire bottom became a shiny, painful-looking red.
Finally the man dropped the paddle with a clatter and said, “Enough. Do you agree, Jessica? Answer me.”
“Yes, sir!” Jessica wailed. “God, please.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Jessica?” the man asked her, teasing her wetness with his fingers. “I think the punishment turned you on.”
The woman moaned, but didn’t answer; she pulled at her bonds, trying to entice his fingers closer.
“Do you want to ride my hand? Should I bring my fingers closer and let you enjoy some pleasure, now that you took the pain for me?” He stroked her with one hand, and inserted the other one beneath her chest to play with her nipples.
Jessica whimpered, “Please, Brett. Sir.”
Brett removed both hands and stood. “Did I tell you to speak?” He picked up a cane from beside him on the floor. “You know what happens when you disobey. Five strokes, hard ones. Any noise and I double it. Understand? Answer me.”
“I understand, sir,” the woman said with a small sob.
Myka turned to Gabriel, pulling his arm. “Is he—is he going to really hurt her?” She didn’t realize how tense her hand was until he gently pried her fingers out of the tight clench.
“No more than she can handle,” he murmured. “She hasn’t said her safeword, Myka. She wants this.”
“But how do you know? How does he know? It looks so awful.” Myka’s voice started to rise despite her intentions, and she put a hand to her mouth, remembering the rule about not disturbing.
Gabriel led her a distance away. “Does this scare you?”
“Yes. No. Yes. I—A little. It hurts her. What if she’s only taking it because she thinks she has to? Because she’s broken inside? Because she’s turned into a zombie?” Myka’s hands clenched again, nails digging into her palms.
Gabriel tapped her hands. “Relax, Myka. When she’s done, we’ll talk to her, to them. You can ask her. Yes?”
“God, I don’t know. That would be so… weird. Wouldn’t it?” Myka glanced back over in time to see the cane swish down onto Jessica’s skin, hard. Jessica made a high keening noise and her whole body tensed up. Myka’s did too, when she saw the bright red stripe across the Jessica’s already marked buttocks.
Gabriel put his hands on Myka’s shoulders. “Do you still want to watch?”
Myka nodded, unable to look away, even though she felt a kind of terror. The cane fell again, again. Again. Jessica’s body quivered and shook, but the only sounds she made were tiny high-pitched squeaks and squeals. Myka had no idea how Jessica was managing not to scream. Again. Each stroke left a new red stripe, delineated and raised, and Myka could tell that those were going to last for a while. Finally Brett dropped the cane, and Myka breathed out a shuddering sigh of relief.
Gabriel was watching Myka, not the couple, his eyes thoughtful. “He’ll give her the pleasure now,” he whispered, touching Myka’s arm. “Watch.”
And Myka did watch; she stared as Brett knelt down and used his mouth on Jessica, his hands stroking her breasts and her skin; she looked on as the woman exploded in a clear burst of ecstasy, her whole body shaking, screams of pleasure bursting from her throat, an endless song of joy, several full minutes of whole body arousal. Myka felt sweat bead on her forehead, her own breathing quicken, and whether it was from Jessica’s exquisite pleasure or the smell and warmth of Gabriel beside her as well, it was hard to say.
By the time Jessica stopped orgasming and collapsed back into herself, Brett bent over her, whispering to her, stroking her, Myka’s fingers were in her mouth and she stood entranced. When Gabriel brushed her shoulder, she started, but followed as he said, “Come with me.”
He led her out of the main room into a smaller one, empty, and closed the door. This room had a large bed, but Gabriel directed them to a soft couch. He handed Myka a bottle of water. “Drink it all,” he ordered with a smile, “and then we’ll talk.”
Myka frowned, but realized her thirst; after the alcohol and the stimulation of watching the couple, she was parched. She drank deeply, handed him the empty bottle, and looked at her hands in her lap.
“It’s intense, yes?” Gabriel asked her.
Myka nodded. “I wanted to see this, I’ve been so curious. It’s much harder than it sounds in books. Rougher in real life than in videos online.”
“Also more arousing.” Gabriel’s voice was curious. “I think watching that scene turned you on, Myka. Am I right?” When Myka didn’t answer, he tapped his finger under her chin. “Myka. Answer me, please.” His eyes were trained on hers, waiting.
Myka flushed. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want to try that with me? Let me bind you, punish you, bring you to ecstasy?”

Thanks so much for having me on your blog! Happy reading, everyone. 
About Alexis Alvarez
Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family.  Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism.  When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels.  

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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Maddie Taylor's What About Love #BDSM

Thanks for having me on today Natasha.  I’m featuring an excerpt from my new release, What About Love, the final book in my Club Decadence series.  It has been almost three years in coming and seven books in total, not counting two spin off series that are still underway.  

I love these sexy Doms and can’t get enough.  As long as readers hungry for more keep gobbling them up, I’m happy to oblige.  Watch for more soon in my Decadence LA and Decadence Nights.  

But today, I’m here for a preview of What About Love, so away we go…


What About Love
Club Decadence Book 6


The set up:

Angie takes her job seriously, but she might just have bitten off more than she can chew with this assignment as she prepares to go undercover as a submissive at Decadence LA.  Her partner and Dom trainer is going to show her how to make it look real and to do so she must get real with a little on the job training.  Yikes!  What’s a vanilla agent to do?

*****

The excerpt:

His hand left her hair and his mouth eased back long enough to pull her summer weight sweater over her head. Sliding down her back, his adept fingers unhooked her bra, drawing the straps down her arms. She helped by pulling her hands free and tossing it aside. He palmed the lower curve of one breast and plumped it up, his head dipping to capture the taut point between his lips. Angie’s hand curled around the back of his, holding it there as she pressed forward, offering his busy mouth full access as he sucked, licked and bit lightly. When he moved to her untouched side, paying it equal time, his free hand swept down her back into her waistband. Thank god for elastic, came to mind, as his fingers dipped inside and continued their trek downward, easily accessing the back of her panties and digging into one fleshy cheek. 
Angie’s head rolled back on her shoulders as she ground her needy pussy against the hard ridge of his jeans. Still needing more, her fingers sought his belt and worked at the buckle. 
“Uh, uh, greedy girl,” he corrected as he caught her hands. “As your Dom, I set the pace.” A frisson of excitement passed between them, electrifying the air. He took her wrists and guided them behind her head. “Lace your fingers together and keep them there until I say.”
His stare was bold as he waited, watching intently. 
“I’m the right kind of man, Angie. Submit to me.”
She didn’t question him, wanting to do as he said, because if felt right, somehow. She clasped her hands at the back of her neck, murmuring, “Yes, Sir. I want that, so very much.”
He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to, approval written clearly on his face, in his gleaming eyes and the satisfied curve of his lips. Then he went back to his sensual torment of her nipples with his mouth as his hands tugged her pants down as far as her spread thighs would allow. This time, as one returned to mold against her ass cheek, the other slipped inside the front of her panties, his long fingers seeking her moist heat. As the pad of one fingertip slid over her clit, she cried out in a shuddering voice.
“T, please.”
Suddenly, his mouth was gone and his hands found her armpits, flipping her onto her back on the wide cushioned sofa. Her pants and panties were stripped from her legs and his hands spread her thighs incredibly wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. His mouth found her, licking into her, hot and hungry. As her mind reeled from the pure unadulterated pleasure of it all, she arched against him needing more. Her fingers dove into his hair, hands gripping tight as she pulled his head in closer.
“Hands, Angie,” he growled, his breath rushing over her clit.
She became momentarily confused.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?”
Remembering, she freed his hair from her grasp, once again lacing her fingers behind her neck, more tightly this time. He hummed his approval, the vibration buzzing along her clit and downward, throughout the entire length of her slit. It was pure heaven.
Without her hands, she could only press upward, arching her pelvis to seek more. He took care of that, too, by pushing her knees into her chest and lifting her ass up to his mouth with his giant hands. His tongue licked slowly through her split, starting low by drawing a hot wet circle around the puckered skin, then up further, to her weeping entrance where it delved inside, swirling around in a mind numbing caress. He lingered there for long moments before moving on, going higher to the hard, pulsing bud. Once there, his mouth opened wide and he sucked hard, his tongue lashing her clit relentlessly without losing any of the glorious pressure. 
“Holy fuck!” she screamed.

He released her with a pop and a triumphant laugh that became muffled as his tongue repeated the path in reverse, slowly moving from her clit downward to end up tonguing her ass once again. 

*****


The blurb:

On the outside looking in for years, Angela Hixson thinks she knows what the BDSM club scene and lifestyle are all about from watching her friends with their dominant husbands and attending “Little Black Dress” Nights in the lounge at Club Decadence. But when her boss tags her to go undercover as bait for a serial killer at a BDSM club in LA, she learns she has no idea what being submissive really means. 

Partnered with Antonio “Lil T” Minelli, sexy as hell ex-Green Beret turned security and covert ops specialist for Rossi Security, and the last available Decadence Master, Angie must guard her heart or risk losing it to the one man who has the power to make her kneel in surrender. He is also a man who has made no secret that marriage, family and love aren’t for him. Instead, having sworn off relationships beyond the walls of his club, he meets his needs with an available, willing submissive, making it clear up front not to expect more than an unforgettable night. 

Thrown together again and again, at work, at play, and in near constant emotionally charged situations, Angie and Lil T fight their attraction, but succumb to their undeniable desire. The chemistry between them is explosive, as is the sex. As Angie falls under the spell of his expertly wielded flogger, her fears come to fruition when she realizes she’s lost her heart and given her love to a man who swears he doesn’t have it in him to give in return. In time, she sees past the fun loving, player exterior to the tortured man beneath. Can she convince him to take a chance, to entrust his damaged heart into her loving hands and try again? Or will he reinforce the shields he’s built over the past decade and push her away, losing her forever? 

What About Love is the final installment in the Club Decadence series. Catch up with old friends in this fast paced, action packed story, full of as much BDSM adventure and romance as the others in Maddie Taylor’s popular series. 


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Friday, September 11, 2015

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A Wicked Game: Guest Post by Casey McKay #BDSM

I have Casey McKay here with Cherished, her latest release! 

 Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over so I can share an excerpt from my new release Cherished. Serena is just getting out of a long term relationship with a pretty intense Dom. She realizes she misses some things about the relationship but not the criticisms and feel like she can never be enough. Ethan turns out to be the kind of Dom she was needing all along. 

In this scene Ethan is trying to help Serena quit smoking. He doesn't want her to think he's punishing her for bad behavior, but he's made up a game that he thinks could curb her habit. It's kind of a wicked game...

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl. Tell me,” Ethan prompted.
He’d asked her how many times she wanted a cigarette today. How could she answer that? Had she even paid attention? “I don’t know.” Her words came out whiny as Ethan rubbed his hand over her ass. “Ow,” she complained when he traced a particularly pronounced welt.
Reaching beside him, he produced a bottle of lotion and rubbed cream into her punished bottom.
His attention and care had her pussy flooding. His touch was reigniting the burn from her punishment, but now it shot heat straight to her core.
“Think,” he urged. “Six times? Ten times?”
Still not sure why he wanted to know, she decided to go with a lower number. She didn’t want it to look like she had a problem. “Um, four, maybe?”
His hand skated lower, massaging lotion into the lines on her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and skimmed over her pussy lips, slick and swollen in arousal. “Okay, four times.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. Something about his tone was making her shiver. What was he up to?
“From now on, whenever you feel like you need a smoke, I want you to bring yourself to climax.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Uh, what?”
“Anytime you start to feel the itch, the need to get your fill of nicotine, stick your fingers in your panties and make yourself come.”
She giggled, he couldn’t be serious. What if she was at work? Or in her car?
“Anytime,” he emphasized his words as if he were following her inner thoughts. “It’s a good stress reliever and it will take the edge off. And of course, if I happen to be with you, just say the word.” He threw her a wink.
She liked his creative thinking, and now she kind of wished she picked a bigger number. How many times could Ethan make her orgasm in a day? It sounded like a good game to her.
“I know you’re off today, but I actually have to get some work done. So let’s get started and stop wasting time.” His words were so matter of fact she almost giggled, but then the vibrator whirred to life.
She hadn’t seen him pick up a vibrator, were they hidden around this office? She tensed as he ran it over her folds. Opening her legs, she grabbed on to the cushion beneath her. She was already on edge just from his hands on her body.
He ran the toy down the length of her slit before teasing her clit with his fingers. He plunged the vibe into her opening and added more pressure over that tiny bundle of nerves.
Gasping for breath, all of her muscles tightened as she tumbled over the edge. She was a little disappointed she had made it so easy for him, but the disappointment quickly dissipated as another wave of pleasure engulfed her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you come.”
She looked back to see Ethan smiling down at her. He gently eased her to her back and then settled himself between her legs.
“That was one, three more to go.”
Her eyes widened at his declaration. “What? I—”
“You don’t have to come all at once,” he assured. “But you aren’t leaving this couch or putting your clothes back on until I’ve seen you climax four times.”
Her pussy clenched at his stern tone and demanding words. She should be outraged. But really, what was she getting upset about? He wanted her to orgasm? Hardly a punishment.
“Spread those legs for daddy.”


Blurb
Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?