#WIPitUp - A Naughty Command

#WIPitup Wednesday is here again!! I have another excerpt from my new book Taming Kat, due out January 16th! Caleb and Kat are driving when a naughty command is issued.

"I've met your sister, she seems nice. I certainly like the way you bristle when she calls you Katherine Rose.”

She gave an involuntary shiver, bristling just hearing him say it. “Ugh, I can't hear that without hearing my sister and mother's voices in my head.” 

“I'll make a note of that. Wouldn't want to accidentally call out Katherine Rose while in the moment.”

Her eyebrows went up. “And who says there are going to be more of those kind of 'moments' between you and I?” Arrogant man.

He gave her a look that caused a slow melt inside her and chuckled. His laugh was deep, and when at her expense, often promised wicked things to come. “They'll be more moments, kitten. Besides you have my lucky little leprechaun.” He wiggled his eye brows comically.

She laughed despite herself. “You can not have a pet name for my hooha. That is wrong on so many levels. You especially can't call it your leprechaun. I'm not even Irish! I'm Scottish, French, and English!”

“My pussy. I can name it what I want.”

“It's not your anything.”

“I beg to differ. And if we had time to stop I'd prove it.”

Kat rolled her eyes, “Pa-lease.”

He cut his eyes to her, and she felt the change in him. The air shifted from carefree Caleb to demanding intense Caleb. “Undo your pants and pull them down.”

“What?” They were on a country road, but she couldn't just pull her pants down in the truck.

His voice went deep and stern when he said, “Kitten, you better unzip those pants and have them down by your ankles or I'll pull this truck over. And kitten, if I pull this truck over and have to take those pants off you, I'll whip your bare ass with my belt. I'll do it out in one of those fields, for God and anyone driving by on this county road to see.”


TAMING KAT 

 

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

AVAILABLE JANUARY 16TH, 2015!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

#WIPitUp When You Tell A Man "It was nice"

#WIPitup Wednesday  is here again! I'm sharing a hot little snippet from my upcoming book Taming Kat, out this January 16th. Caleb just walked into the bathroom to find a naked Kat. Let's see what happens.


“Caleb, I'm glad you're here,” she said, making him quirk a brow. “I don't think we should do this.” She waved a hand indicating the two of them. “Last night was nice—”

Nice? That made him lose some of his humor. “It had been better than nice from my end,” he said casually.

He sized up his prey from the tips of her little pink toes, to the top of her pretty head, and every glorious inch in between. “There is just something about you, kitten. Watching you flush all over.” She flushed a little just from him saying it. “The feel and sight of you coming.” He palmed his growing erection as he stalked towards her.

Her eyes rounded as she took in his cockstand, unconsciously licking her lips. Her adorable reaction only made him harder. He had to smile when she backed up only to find she was already pressed against the counter.

“You know what I'm thinking about right now?” he asked. She shook her head, her eyes again taking in his impressive erection before going back to his face. “I'm thinking about that little pink plug nestled between your cheeks last night, right where I wanted to bury myself while I spanked your ass.”

She audibly swallowed as he caged her in. Making sure she felt every inch of him.

“Caleb, like I was saying,” she started breathlessly choked out. “About last night, it was—”

“Nice. I heard you.” He fisted a hand in her silky auburn hair, tilting her head back so she looked him right in the eyes. “I just figured if you could call it nice, I did it wrong.”

He heard her say “fuck” before his mouth covered hers with the desire of nearly seven months of stored up fantasies. Each and every one starring her. Her lips were soft, mouth was hot and wet. He imagined his cock there where his tongue played. He imagined how his thick organ would fill her mouth and she'd suck him down and swallow everything he gave her. She moaned low in her throat as if she could hear his thoughts, and that was it.

TAMING KAT

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

AVAILABLE  JANUARY  16th!! 2015

Why Starve For Your Art- I'm Eating For Mine

If you've been keeping up with my Facebook status you know I've begun Operation Fit-Back-Into-Pants. This is because I've been eating for my art. A lot.

No one tells you the dangers of snacking while writing. I'm going to tell you now. Sometimes your brain is so immersed in the story you have no idea you ate all the food in your house.

 

Yeah, Barbie blackout binges too.

It all began during the editing process of Chasing Delia I may have done some stress eating.

 

And it's not like those 

bourbon pecan bars are going to eat themselves

The eat-a-thon carried over into the writing of Taming Kat. I've never eaten more than when I was writing the first draft of Taming Kat. Oh, wait. No. I ate even more the first half of the first draft of my current WIP.

 

Mmm, I love these characters. And cake. I should eat cake.

And when you're sitting in yoga pants typing away at the keyboard you don't notice things like gaining copious amounts of weight. Then boom. You're going out and need to put on real pants and all of the sudden it's the battle of the bulge. Also known as,

My pants were rejecting the amount of body being stuffed into them. I feared the button would become a projectile that could blind an innocent bystander in it's efforts to hold strong.

For real

I was out of control and greatly exceeding the proportions of my pants. Quite honestly they were being stretched in ways no decent pair of pants should be stretched. I knew what I had to do.

 

Easier said than done. 

I changed out the Cheetos, (ate them *ehem) chips, and biscuits for raw veggies, fruit, and hummus. I mean, I'd been an eat clean girl for years. How had all the junk food made it's way into my house? I wasn't only blackout eating, I was blackout shopping! The madness had to stop. For the sake of my pants.

It wasn't a day in before the hanger pains began.

I was getting adequate caloric intake, but my stomach was shrinking down from buffalo gut to that of a 5'4'' medium framed woman. I'd been eating like a 6'5'' trucker for months. My stomach didn't want to hear my excuses about wanting my waist line back.

I had to remind myself twenty times a day I wasn't going to eat for my own amusement.

 

Meal time was a sad affair 

I'm now into week two of making good choices--food choices. The hanger is gone. I've come to a place of peace and understanding. Or at least I'm no longer licking the walls and wanting to punch people. I'm fitting into my pants a little easier each day and have gone from muffin-top to small homemade cupcake without the frosting. 

 

That's adorably inspirational. 

I almost don't want to set it on fire just to watch it burn.

Okay... maybe I'm still a little hangry. 

So, I'm getting back into shape. Or at least a shape that fits comfortably into my pants. Same thing, right?

Do you binge eat while writing or is it just me?

 

WIP I'll Fit

 We continue our scene from two weeks ago read here with Caleb and Kat...things are about to get naughty.

       Leaning over the side of the bed, he grabbed something and pulled up onto the bed. She felt her 
 cheeks heat.“Is that my box?!” 

       He just chuckled in answer. The sneaky bastard, she didn't even want to know what else he had found snooping around her room. Suddenly his hand was between her legs pulling the moisture back to her bottom hole before she had the chance to enjoy the feel of his fingers on her slit. She heard the top pop on her bottle of lube and almost looked back. She felt something at her rosette before it pushed in. It was her little pink plug she had used many times before on herself, but she still whimpered as he pushed it in.

       “This is a wimpy plug, kitten. We're going to have to get you something bigger than that to get you ready for me.” 
       Kat eye's went wide at his words. She remembered his size. There was no way he'd fit. 
       Caleb gave her a sly grin in the mirror before saying, “I'll fit,” as if he read her thoughts. She involuntarily shivered imagining being taken there by this overwhelming man. 

 

Taming Kat

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

Coming January 2015

Show YOU Some Love

If you grew up before 1990, or just have throw-back parents, you may have heard all the warnings and scare tactics about masturbating.

Society made it into something unacceptable, and something you only do if you have no other options.

And here she always assumed masturbation was created purely for pathetic losers.

-Jessie from Best Friends Share Everything 

Jessie is a twenty something vanilla girl that discovers the wonders of masturbation, m/f/m threesomes, anal sex, and her boyfriends bisexuality all in a six chapter short story by Miranda Stowe. It's a cute story. I liked it okay. But that's besides the point. What really surprised me is the   maybe   accurate representation of the non-masturbating female.

I recently saw a chart. Females are not big masturbators  which I find kind of sad. I'm not sure how anyone can make it to their twenties without exploring self gratification. Yet I know it happens all the time.

I don't even remember when I started masturbating. As far as I know I came out of the womb masturbating. (sorry for the visual) We females, as a whole, need to start masturbating more. For me masturbating can have nothing to do with sex, or being horny.

Sometimes it's just about a little stress relief.

It's a scientific fact that a little orgasm can go a long way to helping relief stress, hypertension, and help you get a good nights sleep.

Anyways, who are these women that don't masturbate? I'm going to assume they aren't erotica readers. Although, I have a friend that hates romance and erotica, but she's a diligent night cap masturbator. There are all kinds of masturbatory moments; the morning pick-me-up, the shower quicky, the hot bath unwind, the make-a-night-of-it, and the night cap.

There's many more, but those are just the most common.

Sometimes you just need to rub one out. And sometimes you need to spend the day with a vibrator and dildo, then take it hard later on. Those are "it takes a village" type days. I guess my point is, if you don't use it, you lose it.

Don't lose it. Rub one out.

I'm sorry I missed this in May!!

There are more health benefits than not. All the benefits you get from sex, you can get from masturbating.

Did you get all that? 

Seriously, why aren't we all masturbating right now?

Don't be shy. Take charge of your orgasms. It's nice to have sex. It's awesome to have sex, but life happens. If you're worried your significant other will be offended, just tell him that sometimes you got to rub one out. And yes that goes two ways. 

Okay, quite honestly this may be new territory for some couples. I'm very open, and casual about these things, therefore my husband is too. 

And, if he's around I give him the option of joining in. I've actually said, "Hey, I can't fall asleep. I'm going to rub one out to see if that helps." And from a dead sleep he mumbled, "Cool, can I watch?"

That of course turned into more. But that's just the beauty of masturbation; it really does improve intimacy. And according to health experts males and females are supposed to be having five good orgasms a week. Five. Unless you and your significant other have pretty clear schedules, and no kids, your going to have to take your health into your own hands. 

Personally I've always enjoyed DIY projects. So, while you're at the office,

Happy Masturbating Everyone!

Do you get in five a week, or does that seem impossible? Or have you gotten in five today?! Please feel free to share. We're not shy around here. ;)

The Perfect Hero

Writing heroes and heroines with mass appeal is tough. The heroine needs to be vulnerable yet strong. Capable of taking care of herself, yet yearning for that special someone to lean on.

And heroes...

We women set the bar high. We're hard on our men. I know I'm hard on mine. We have standards and a vision of a man and what we want from him physically as well as emotionally.

These expectations change with our moods.

From our book boyfriends we want mature heroes with an ingrained sixth sense when it comes to people and sex. They set an example of how sex with a new partner should be. They push boundaries while building trust, always offering reassurance but not too much.

No one wants a wussy namsy-pamsy hero, and I want my heroine to be reassured not smothered. We the readers need at least a little sense of being helpless.

Writing an alpha male that takes complete control but extols virtues, a persona with mass appeal, and isn't in any way an asshole is tough. Nearly impossible. Finding the right mix is a talent that should be commended.

I'm not sure if I've mastered that talent. I've found the heroes I write are perfectly imperfect. They screw up. They admittedly don't know it all, but always come around in the end. 

This a clip of Brian Scott McFadden, summing up women's logic perfectly.

Well, is that too much to ask?

The Secretary--Why Wasn't This A Book?

I have a confession. And no, this isn't one of my TMI posts. It has nothing to do with my vagina or anus. I still have both, and they're doing well. No, I'm confessing that I had not seen The Secretary with James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal in all it's entirety, until quite recently.

 

 <gasp, shock, outrage>

 I know, I can't believe it either. It's iconic.

I remember my besty calling me right after the movie was released on dvd, ten or so years ago. She gave me the "Oh my God, you have to see this movie" speech. My interest was ho-hum at the time. I was busy planning my wedding and beating my head up against a wall. (just a little something about me; I hate weddings, even my own)

One thing led to another and I forgot all about this film. Sure, people referenced this movie plenty of times over the years--it just never clicked that I wanted to watch it. Fast forward to about a month ago. I was sucked into one of those YouTube binges.

You know the ones. You click on a clip on someone's FB wall and one hour later your still on YouTube.

I instantly went to Amazon and bought Secretary on blue-ray for $5. A week later I had that baby in my hands. Only problem was I had already started writing a book with a boss and an employee.  

I'm one of those weird people that cannot read or watch anything that may correlate with a story I'm writing. My current WIP has a heroine who works for her hero in an office setting. I had to get past all the office sex scenes before I could watch the movie.

I  made popcorn and made my hubs watch it with me.

I totally get why it's a classic. I wished this movie had more depth and couldn't help but feel like it would have been even more spectacular in book form. Yeah, that's taking "the book is better than the movie" to jedi levels.

I felt the book--not even written yet--would be better than the movie.

And because it's everyone's favorite scene...

So, anyone else ever watch a movie they thought would have been even better as a book?

Take Out Your Paddles!!

 

 A birdie told me it was Adaline Raine's birthday. We all know what that means.

 

 

That's right. 

 

Good ole fashion birthday spankings are happening right here!! 

 

And don't worry. You are amongst friends.

 

Adaline Raine birthday spanking line starts here!!

(This lady is super stoked!)

 

 

Even Batman is getting in on the action!

 

And lying about your age will get you more spankings. 

 

After the spankings we can all gather to 

enjoy some penis and cake! Or penis cake.

I get the two confused.

Now

Happy Birthday Adaline!!

WIP Character Traits

Last week I wrote about how Jake and Delia from my Chasing Delia have sweet arousal and personal growth in their spankings.

My WIP characters Kat and Caleb are a different story. In Taming Kat, Caleb will do anything to Kat he feels she needs. He's a Dom with a capital D. Kat likes the fight, which is good because so does Caleb. He doesn't want sweet submission he hasn't worked for. He knows if he wants Kat to do corner time he better tie her up and put her there himself. And afterwards he may want to sleep with one eye open, because she's going to be angry about it.

Their spankings are heavily about sexual gratification and emotional release.

 

Caleb (but with short black hair)

 

Kat

I have a sexy little pre-spanking snippet. Kat is having a low self-esteem pity party and Caleb is having none of it..

       Suddenly Caleb ripped the covers back and had her top over her head before she knew what he was doing. He worked her sleep-pants down her thighs as she squealed in protest. She held her arms over her breasts and was squirming away.

        “What the hell are you doing?!”

        “Making my point,” Caleb said. He had her flimsy sleep-pants ripped down her legs and her flipped over on her belly in a heartbeat. He picked her up by her waist like she weighed nothing, settling her to kneel at the end of her bed facing the mirror. 
       She took in their reflection. He was breathing hard, kneeling behind her, all sexy man in only his boxer briefs. She was white and shaking. The dim lights shaded what she knew was her bruised cheek and the other high up on her ribs. She had her arms over her breasts and she was naked. They just stared at each other in the mirror a minute before he asked, “What do you see?”

        She was looking at him. “A big bully.”

        He clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms around to take her wrists. Opening her arms, he placed her palms on the end of the bed frame. “Look at yourself, Kat,” he said. “What do you see?”  
       She shook her head. She didn't want to play this game. 
       “Want me to tell you what I see?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. “I see one of the strongest women I've ever met. I see the woman I haven't been able to stop thinking about for seven damn months. I see the woman who's been driving me crazy, ignoring me, even though she flushes red with arousal when she catches me looking at her. I see some of the most beautiful breasts I have ever laid eyes on.” 

       She had tears in her eyes and shook her head as if to deny his words as he cupped each breast from behind her, pinching her nipples, massaging them, and pinching them again. She could feel his erection pressing into her back and her own mounting arousal between her legs. 
       “I've dreamed about these breasts, kitten. About these round thighs wrapped around my waist, after I've spanked your ass. Don't think I've forgotten how much you liked that.” She shook her head as he made his point by running his hands down her thighs and around to cup her ass. “You don't think so? Why not?”

        “I'm not anyone's fantasy.”

        He grabbed her hips lifting up and pulled her back, so her ass thrust back at him. She had to catch herself on the mattress to keep her balance in a more comfortable position. He moved her hands back up, so she had to look at herself in the mirror. 
       “Keep your hands up on the bed frame and don't take your eyes off yourself. Do I make myself clear?” When she didn't answer he swatted her ass hard and asked again, “Do I make myself clear?”

        “Yes, sir.” Her voice came out wobbly from emotion and arousal. He might have been a domineering ass but it was turning her the hell on. 

Taming Kat

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

Coming January 2015

My Characters--Their Spanking is Different Than Mine

One of my longtime besties is in the midst of reading my book Chasing Delia. She just sent me a text, Is Kat me? (Kat is Delia's best friend and heroine of Taming Kat--coming this January)

This made me chuckle. No. In fact Kat's personality is more like mine than any of my characters, yet she's still completely different.

All my characters are uniquely their own people. My heroes aren't my dream men. They're my heroines' dream men. What they want from their hero isn't necessarily what I want from mine. 

I didn't realize how much my characters were their own people until I wrote a post on Humiliation vs. Ownership. (the post just after this one) What I write is often quite different from the dark subject matter I usually read. How I felt about both humiliation and ownership and what I'm into would be horrifying to my H/h in Chasing Delia.

Jake wouldn't want to make Delia feel humiliated by a spanking. He is a super loving spanker. Delia is so submissive she has to work at getting a back bone. She would never dream of doing anything purposely just to get spanked. (yet) They're in the beginning of their spanking relationship and just figuring things out. Their spankings are about arousal, but also personal growth.

 Here's a spanking excerpt from Chasing Delia:

Settling into position she jumped a little when his ran his hand down her bottom, filling her body with aching awareness. He chuckled, “I'm going to spank you now, star shine.”

“I know.” Her voice was small and shook more from longing than fear.

“Do you know why?”

“I, uuh,” She had some thoughts as to why, but damned if she could think when his hand caressed down her thigh and back up to gently explore her heat.

“I'm going to spank you for pulling away from me, when you should have told me what was going on in that mind of yours, Del. I'm going to spank you because I know you like it. And dammit Del, I going to spank you cause I've been dreaming of it since the first time I had you spread out across my lap.”

The last part came out as a growl. His palm landed sharply on her bottom, hard enough to rock her forward. He pulled back and peppered her again and again. She cried out. Bracing herself, she clung to the sheets. The spanking was definitely more punishing than the first one, but that didn't stop the heat of each strike from going straight to her core. Back and forth, left, then right. He struck each cheek in equal measure, with stinging force. If he held back she couldn't tell. Her bottom was a throbbing mass. She could feel the tears track down the side of her face, yet she held her bottom up in the air for each strike he delivered, silently begging for more. She felt once again overwhelmed and confused by the lust his spanking invoked. She wanted to be punished, she would have begged to be punished.

Chasing Delia

With the delivery of one Dear John letter and a set of divorce papers, Delia Myers is on a her way to self discovery. First stop: Embracing she's a terrible judge of character. Especially when it comes to men.

Jake Forrester is a small town cop, who is beyond charming, and hunky enough to have every female in a hundred mile radius panting after him. Basically everything she is trying to avoid. Too bad he's been determined to chase after her from the second he's laid eyes on her oversized floral granny panties.

She may run, but can she hide from love?

Warning; Contains one no-good, cheating ex-husband, a heroine with a propensity to make a run for it, and a hero that has a new found love for spanking a certain sassy woman who runs from him.

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Thank you for stopping by! Happy reading!!

Ownership Vs. Humiliation

Thank you Spanking Romance and Joelle Casteel for hosting today's Spanking Round Table Discussion! We have a great topic today:

Ownership vs. Humiliation.

For me it's not a versus as much as an and.

The first thought that came to my mind when I read the word humiliation was punishment. To me if I'm getting spanked, I'm being dominated. And getting spanked while in a loving relationship to me feels like my ass is my dominate's ass to spank or punish as he sees fit. In other words, I feel owned.

I don't think ownership is always black and white. Often there is gray area, and in that area lies the feelings being owned evoke. Or the feelings you want it to evoke.

I want to feel cared for and cherished, but...sometimes I want to explore the darker side of the gray area.

How much you will feel humiliated on any level, sexual or otherwise, depends on your concept of humiliation which differs for everyone.

Domination/Ownership and me: I really like the fight. I like to be made to submit. I want to feel my spanker/dominate's superiority and be annoyed by it. That's my thing. I don't want to come willingly. I'm going to do things to intentionally get spanked/punished in a way that is out of my control. This in turn is going to cause some humiliation with a touch of fear. That's the kind of humiliation spanking that is going to trip my trigger. I don't get into extreme humiliation, but I'm quite positive the humiliation and degradation I like would be a hard limit for someone else.

And really, it's a mind set.

Quite honestly when I read a punishment spanking scene the humiliation is implied whether the author intended or not, because that's what I would be feeling. That's were my mind goes. I"m often drawn to the humiliation punishments, even though my mind rebels against them.

Some of my favorite books--with or without spanking--have dehumanization themes. The three that first came to my mind were Maren Smith's Pets, C. L. Scholey Bay's Mercenary, and Cara Bristol's Breeder. Bay's Mercenary isn't even spanking or erotic, but it turned me on big time. And the heroine in Breeder, Omra, doesn't have a concept of humiliation in what is happening to her, but you the reader feels it for her nonetheless.

In all these stories the women are owned, and even though the women are well taken care of, they are seen as pets who aren't an intelligent species. They are made to do things they don't want to do. They are chastised/punished in ways they wouldn't choose, by men that feel they are superior to these women in every way.

The whole process is humiliating.

It's why I love sci-fi. The theme of humiliating dehumanization is a big one. Ownership is often horribly humiliating before it becomes liberating in these books. The owner always has a superiority complex.

 

Okay, I may have a thing for hunky aliens, too. 

Humiliation before liberation is also something that really trips my trigger when reading dark erotica. Kitty Thomas's Comfort Food is a great example of a woman that is broken down in every way, fights against being owned, until finally she's liberated by being owned--by a sadist with a superiority complex. There's a twist to that, but what is dark erotica without a psychological twist?

Don't get me wrong. I also love books like Cherise Sinclair's To Command and Collar, which is an extremely loving M/s story with a Master who has an understated superiority complex. I'm just more likely to read M/s stories like Cari Silverwood's Make Me Yours Evermore, which is loving in its own f*&%ed up non-loving way. And Master is a sadist with a giant superiority complex.

So, yes to it all. I would like my spankings to be caring, humiliating shows of ownership by a loving man with a superiority complex. Easy peasy, right?



And since I feel weird not having at least one ridiculous meme;

 

Join the discussion! And be sure to check out all the Ownership/Humiliation posts!!

I'm NOT Going To Write Today

 

*pic dedicated to Casey McKay

I have people coming into town this weekend and a house that hasn't been cleaned in a month. Oh, I've done things like washed clothes, but the overall state of my house is a tag...neglected. 

Last night my conversation with my husband went like this:

ME: I'm cleaning the house tomorrow. <I say this forcefully like I'm going to conquer Sparta>

HUSBAND: <Not looking up from his phone> Okay

ME: No, I'm going to f%$^ing do it. I'm cleaning the f&%*ing house tomorrow. 

HUSBAND: <Looks over his phone to pin me with a look>  Are you threatening me?

ME: <eyes widen> Maybe...<considers the possibilities> wait, no. I'm hyping myself up! I can't write tomorrow. I canNOT write tomorrow. No writing. Just cleaning. Then I'm going to read. No writing. 

HUSBAND: <gives me a dubious look, then goes back to reading an article on his phone--that is the size of a tablet and not used for talking>

ME: <start muttering under my breath, I'm going to do it, I'm going to clean like a crazy person>

I wrote three blog posts before buckling down to start cleaning. I got a good thirty minutes of cleaning in before I started writing again. That is the law of probability.

If you are hung up on a story, you will have a breakthrough at the least opportune moment.

If you are supposed to be writing, you will be doing anything but writing.

If you are supposed to be doing anything but writing, you will be writing. 

The Girl With The Penis Cake Mold

You may not know this but I'm the go-to penis cake girl. Girls night out, birthdays, break-ups, just because--I'm the person others ask for penis cake. I'm kind of known for my penis cakes, and I'm not sure how that happened.

Many years ago I bought a penis cake mold for a "Mommies Night Out" party. This was the kind of get together where sleep deprived, strung out, women gathered to drink too much--and get silly as possible--in the limited amount of time allotted them before their husband calls with a crisis he is incapable of handling.

I remember my husband rolling his eyes while I was baking the penis shaped pastry. I asked him if he wanted me to save a piece of penis for him. He huffed, "That is so wrong. No, I don't want any penis cake."

Fast forward eight years later. Now when I ask him if he wants me to save him a piece of penis cake I get a resounding, "Hell yeah! What kind you making?"

I've ruined the man. He is impervious to my penis shaped baked good and no longer able to be shocked. Not by me. He's been with me too long.

The penis cake mold is a great investment if you have the kind of friends I do. It's truly the gift that keeps on giving, and a source of constant juvenile entertainment. What you may not know is; it's really hard to bake a yummy penis cake.

The reason being, the cake pan is extremely shallow. (I could make a pop-culture joke but I'll refrain)

If you use a mix (no one will judge you for using a mix on a penis cake) only about half of it will be used on the cake. You'll be able to get roughly nine cupcakes, or a 9'' round cake, from the remaining batter.The penis will need to stay in the oven longer than the cupcakes. Despite the pan being shallow, it takes the balls and shaft a bit longer to bake all the way through than the head.

Keeping the penis moist is key to a good experience. 

This makes the use of apple sauce extremely important. If you use a mix, at least 1/2 a cup of apple sauce should be added. If you make from scratch (look at you Betty Homemaker) add around 3/4 cup to 1 cup.

You do not just want to make a penis cake. You want the recipients to gleefully orally assault the penis cake while making yummy noises.

 

Happy Penis Cake Baking!

I bid you adieu, for now. Until next time.

Thank You For Being Awesome

My first book came out this weekend rocketing me out to cloud nine. Anyone who has published a book for the first time knows the riotous emotions that happen. If you haven't ever published a book, well, for me it was a lot like my labor and delivery experience. And yes, I am comparing publishing a book to the birth of my child. Both were intensely emotional experiences. People tried to warn me, but I scoffed. I really didn't think I'd freak out. I think I was doing Lamaze breathing at one point.

It's all kind of a blur.

I was a hot mess on Friday, but it was worth it to get my book out into the world. Thankfully I haven't experienced any postpartum. I've just been feeling really grateful.

Thank you to everyone who bought my book, are going to buy my book, or just offered me support and encouragement along the way. I'm so lucky to belong to such a positive wonderful community. I'm just a small fries author gal, but I feel like a million bucks. Or at least something in the upper six figures range. I wish I could bottle this feeling. I'm not usually a sentimental person but if I could hug the world I would.

I hope anyone who is reading my book right now is enjoying it. If not, I beg you to keep it on the down low until tomorrow at the very least. I'm  having a positivity parade today. Let the band circle around town a time or two.

Thank you everyone for being awesome!!

 

            AMAZON

With the delivery of one Dear John letter and a set of divorce papers, Delia Myers is on a her way to self discovery. First stop: Embracing she's a terrible judge of character. Especially when it comes to men.

Jake Forrester is a small town cop, who is beyond charming, and hunky enough to have every female in a hundred mile radius panting after him. Basically everything she is trying to avoid. Too bad he's been determined to chase after her from the second he's laid eyes on her oversized floral granny panties.

She may run, but can she hide from love?

Warning; Contains one no-good, cheating ex-husband, a heroine with a propensity to make a run for it, and a hero that has a new found love for spanking a certain sassy woman who runs from him.

 Chasing Delia is a contemporary romance with spanking--because those are the best kind.

AMAZON

Chasing Delia Is Out!!

I'm so freakin' excited!! My book Chasing Delia is available for purchase.  

"I won't ever be able to see big floral panties without getting an erection ever again."

-Jake from Chasing Delia

Amazon

Chasing Delia

With the delivery of one Dear John letter and a set of divorce papers, Delia Myers is on a her way to self discovery. First stop: Embracing she's a terrible judge of character. Especially when it comes to men. 

Jake Forrester is a small town cop, who is beyond charming, and hunky enough to have every female in a hundred mile radius panting after him. Basically everything she is trying to avoid. Too bad he's been determined to chase after her from the second he's laid eyes on her oversized floral granny panties. 

She may run, but can she hide from love? 

Warning; Contains one no-good, cheating ex-husband, a heroine with a propensity to make a run for it, and a hero that has a new found love for spanking a certain sassy woman who runs from him.

   Chasing Delia is a contemporary romance with spanking--because those are the best kind. 

That is all. Just wanted to share.