Tuesday, September 29, 2015

First Impressions

Hi Aubrey, and thank you so much for inviting me over today to chat a bit about First Impressions. This will be my second release with Baronet Press, and I’m loving working with them again. Here’s the super-sexy cover they made for me.

I never stop being surprised by people. I think that’s a good thing. The day people stop amazing me half the fun will go out of life. It’s no surprise than that I should want to write a story about the amazing hidden depths that we can find, if we take the time to look.

Both Aidan and George jump to conclusions. Each thinks they have the other sussed, based on what’s there to see on the surface. They soon realise that life is a lot more interesting than that and discover they have a lot in common once they scratch below the veneer. George is intrigued by the kinky attic playroom in Aidan’s house, and even more bemused by the unfamiliar desires she starts to recognise in herself as she contemplates the wicked things he might do to her in there. If she wants a taste of what he can offer, she has only to ask…

Here’s the blurb for First Impressions

First Impressions can be deceptive.

Aidan Blake needs a plumber. Fast. His boiler is dead, his creaky old house crumbling around him. When his elderly neighbour recommends a local trader, George Mahon, Aidan jumps at the prospect of hot water and warm radiators.

But George, short for Georgina, is not exactly what he had in mind. He was expecting
something else entirely. A man for one thing, not the gorgeous single mother he finds in his house at the end of a long day of work.

Aidan turns out to be full of surprises too. Who would have imagined the smartly dressed businessman would have a BDSM playroom in his attic and a collection of whips and canes that makes George’s head spin. And her bottom clench, though that’s another matter entirely. What does a girl have to do to get to play with those toys?

Just ask, it would seem. As they enter into a professional and personal agreement which soon blossoms into a sultry, kinky relationship, George continues to be surprised by Aidan's kindness and generosity, not to mention his skill with a spanking paddle.

First impressions aside, the two begin to build something together. And while they peel back the layers to discover their hidden depths, the old house yields up the mysteries of its own secret past. They soon realise that at first glance, nothing is ever quite as it seems.  

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And an excerpt…
Aidan wrapped the tights around her wrists and tied a quick knot, then tested his handiwork by slipping his fingers under the stretchy fabric. “Is that comfortable?”
“I think so.” She gave an experimental tug. The restraint stretched a little, but held firm. George seemed to accept this and offered him a tremulous little smile.
“Good. Now, we need your skirt out of the way. May I?”
“Yes, Sir.” She watched him as he reached for the hem of her skirt and drew the loose jersey material up onto her back. It fell across her bound hands in loose folds. Aidan pulled up the front section too, tucking that under her stomach.
She closed her eyes. The moment of truth had arrived.
A waft of air across her buttocks emphasised the fact that she was bared to him. It made everything real. She shivered, though the room was not cold.
“What will you use?” Her voice was steady, more or less.
“This.” He leaned over to open a drawer below the worktop and withdrew a cooking spatula, the plastic, non-stick type. “It’s fairly light, but enough to create a sting. I think perhaps six strokes with this, then I’ll take you over my knee and finish off with a hand-spanking.”
“Finish off? I thought… I mean, will there be any—any more? Apart from spanking, I mean.”
“Let’s take it a step at a time. If you want more, after, you can ask me. You can ask me for anything you want. Okay?”
“Okay.” Her expression was confused, a little doubtful perhaps, but Aidan knew the time for discussion was passed. She needed this to happen, and soon. He laid the spatula on the table beside her hip and covered her soft buttock with his palm. He stroked her, tracing large circles across her bottom, pressing harder as she writhed under his touch.
“Is that nice?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And this?” He curled his fingers so his nails scratched at her skin.
“Yes Sir, that too.”
He smiled to himself. She would love the cane. Eventually. He reached for the spatula.
“Oww!” George let out a squeal as the first stroke landed across her upturned bottom. She wriggled, but made no attempt to stand up.
Aidan waited a few moments, then dropped the second spank, just below the faint pink smudge left by the first. He was keeping the strokes light, but still she yelped again.
“Too hard?” He thought not, but there was no harm in making sure.
“No Sir, it’s fine. Just a little… it takes some getting used to, that’s all.”
“I daresay. Ready?”
She nodded and settled.

More about me…
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs, two tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

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Saturday, September 26, 2015

"Panties down, skirt up" #ScintillatingSunday

Welcome to #ScintillatingSunday where authors share eight scintillating paragraphs, sentences, or words from their romance, or erotic romance novels. 

What's more embarrassing than getting caught reading naughty fiction by your boss? Getting caught by your boss you've been secretly fantasizing about. 

She read the same sentence she'd read three times before and finally started getting into her book again.
Madeline, your presentation was lacking today. I expected better from you,” Mr. Steinman said in a cold voice making her shiver. “What did I tell you was going to happen if you disappointed me again?”
Mr. Steinman, I promise to do better—”
You will do better. I'll make sure of it. Panties down, skirt up Madeline.”
Please, Mr. Steinman.”
Now Ms. Bordeaux, or I take off my belt.”
Shaking like a leaf in a storm Madeline's white cotton panties pooled around her ankles as she lifted her skirt and got into position bent over Mr. Steinman's desk. Her perky nates pointed north as she quivered in anticipation.
Mimi's own panties were fast on their way to needing a change. Her pulse beat heavy as she imagined herself quivering in young, French Madeline Bordeaux's place. Mr. Steinman's hand striking down on her bottom. As she read on, each smack, smack, smack, tingled through her body. Heating—
“Knock knock,” Mason said from the doorway, startling Mimi so bad she fumbled her Kindle and swore.
“Mr. Coleman—Mason—Mr. Coleman,” she stammered, as she tried to calm her racing heart. “You startled me.”
“I see that,” he said grinning. His hair was messy from all the wind they'd been having. With rosy cheeks he looked much like he did in high school, but now he was all man. He smelled like cool fresh air and a clean, unique masculine scent that was all him. He wore his usual crisp, white dress shirt, under a sports jacket, along with tan slacks, and sharp dress shoes.
Exactly how she pictured him when she imagined him as Mr. Steinman. The only difference was Mason grinning in a devilishly boyish manner instead of that of a stern task master.
          “That must have been some book you're reading.”




⭐️Five Star⭐️Mimi Mine is freaking awesome! Ms. Cara combines humor, heat and emotion in such way that its a struggle to stop reading because you're so captivated by the journey. ~Amazon Customer

 Mason Coleman hasn't been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.

He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.

Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.

When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.

Warning: Contains one heroine that loves spanking fiction, a hero with a new found fetish, and two kooky cousins that bring new meaning to bad relations.

  ***Voting is still going on and I would greatly appreciate some help! Taming Kat has been nominated for Reader's Choice Award, for Erotic BDSM, on The Romance Reviews. I need 50 nominations to continue to the next round! Please vote!! http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=18587 ***

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Friday, September 25, 2015

SexyToday: "Princess has porn p***y" #MySexySaturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, where authors share seven paragraphs, words, or sentences from their romance, and/or erotic romance novels. I'm sharing a little something extra naughty for this week's theme, Sexy Today.

“What are you doing?!”
    “Teaching you a lesson, princess.” I tear down her panties as I lift her skirt. Not even hesitating before I start to bring down the flat of my hand on her ass.
    “What?! NO!”
    The music outside the office door thumps in beat with my racing heart as she clutches my ankle, hollering up a storm. The sound drowns out the crack of my hand on her ass. I work her luscious globes over until they glow red and she stops fighting. Only then do I slow. Rubbing and slapping in a different cadence than before.
    Now that the angry haze of the moment has cleared, I can’t take my eyes off her little pink pussy on full display below her painted cheeks. Ho-ly Christ. Princess has porn pussy. Fucking high end, classy porn pussy. Completely devoid of hair, it looks perfect in every way. I can’t help but squeeze down on a rosy globe before giving it a sharp slap, again and again. When she starts squirming and moaning over my hard-as-nails aching cock I can’t stop myself from running my fingers over her perfect bare slit.
So fucking wet I have to sink a finger inside her heat. Warm and tight. I can easily imagine what it would look like with her pussy lips stretched wide around my cock. Hell, what it would feel like. 


⭐️Five Star⭐️ An absolutely smoking hot story here! I think this is my favorite from this author! There is danger, suspense, steamy stuff, and a romance to knock your socks off! ~SH


The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.


I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.

*Author's Note: Candi's Debt  is a full length, stand alone HEA. It contains adult themes, taboo dirty talk, harsh language, and explicit sexual content.

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 ***Voting is still going on and I would greatly appreciate some help! Taming Kat has been nominated for Reader's Choice Award, for Erotic BDSM, on The Romance Reviews. I need 50 nominations to continue to the next round! Please vote!! http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=18587 ***

Monday, September 21, 2015

Indulge Me

Hi Aubrey, thank you for having me visit. I’m sharing from my new book Indulge Me, which takes the reader on an erotic journey involving all the senses. 

Saffron, a wine taster, and the new man in her life, Gideon, have met up at a French vineyard for their first night together. The weather is warm, there’s a hot tub and she’s keen to know more about him, especially why he has two names. 

The sun had lowered and the shadows had lengthened. A spell in the tub on a warm summer’s evening would pull her out of her reminiscing. She rose, looking about, wondering how secluded they really were. Their little patch of garden hemmed in by shrubs and trees, but she couldn’t see a fence or wall. 
Behind the wooden partition, Gideon had uncovered the tub and switched on the heater. Standing next to it, he swirled his hand in the water, absentmindedly waiting for it to warm up. 
Not too hot.” She stuck a finger in —the water seemed pleasantly tepid. 
Moving behind her, he picked at the bathrobe cord, undoing the knot. Her breaths quickened as the robe slipped down her body and she shivered, conscious of her nudity and outside breeze fanning her exposed sex. 
He nudged her back with his hand. “In you get,” he urged. 
Putting her toes in the water, she re-assessed the need for heat. What had felt sufficiently warm, now felt too cool. She goose bumped all over her arms. 
She shot her leg back out. “I’ll wait.” 
Gideon tossed his towel to one side and climbed in, sloshing the water over the side as he immersed his body underwater up to his neck. “Come on, Saffron.” He splashed the water in her direction. She jumped back, shrieking. 
Her second attempt was more successful. She lowered her body inch by inch, aware of the heat pumping out of the vents by her feet. Soon, she’d been complaining she was too hot. 
Lovely,” Saffron crooned, settling on the low shelf next to him. 
For a while, they both relaxed, resting the backs of their heads on the padded rim of the tub. Gideon switched on the Jacuzzi effect and bubbles turned the surface frothy and white. 
You’ve never called me Saffy,” she blurted. 
What?” He blinked several times—the sun blazing across his face. 
Everyone always thinks I want to be called Saffy. I hate it. But, you haven’t.” 
You don’t look like a Saffy. Saffron suits you, although your hair isn’t exactly yellow.” 
I was blonde as a child, but it darkened up before I went to school. So why not Rolfe?” 
My father chose it.” He turned away, shading his eyes from the sun. “I’m moving to the other side.” 
He sat opposite her with his back to the sun. His shadow sheltered her, but cast his features into darkness. And? She waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Nothing about his parents or past life whether romance, childhood or hobbies, he remained elusive and uncommunicative. 
Remaining low, she scooted across to join him. He placed his hand on her thigh and she parted her legs. She hadn’t invited him, but he assumed anyway, and he slid his hand up and touched her sex. She moaned, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. 
With his hand under the water, he played with her. Hidden from the view under a swirl of foam, he teased, probed and pinched. She couldn’t sense her wetness, but it had to be developing rapidly. The water fizzed about her nipples, tickling them, while underwater, she squirmed as he inserted a finger inside her pussy. 
Throughout his finger fucking, he kissed and pecked her mouth and exposed neck with nibbles. She tried to copy him, let her hands explore, but she’d gone peculiarly weak and incapable. Close to achieving a climax, she must have shaken her head or something—an attempt to stave off the orgasm. Gideon withdrew his finger. 

She sees him once. 

He’s standing across the wine cellar watching her when their eyes meet. Miles away from home in California’s Napa Valley, she’s caught in his gaze. Though, neither one speaks, for a moment the rest of the world falls away, and she sends him a smile. 

She sees him again. 

Back home in England. Is it the same man? In the middle of a crowded wine fair, she spots him. A smile of recognition, but no words exchanged. She shakes it off, the same line of business, the same events, it's a small world. 

The third is no coincidence. 

She's running a private tasting and in walks her mystery man, dressed in a fine suit. What does she really know about him other than they share a love of wine? She’s intrigued, even more so when she discovers he has sought her out. When he invites her to a private session in a wine cellar, deep underneath a castle, she begins to uncover his secrets. 

Saffron surrenders her body and embarks on an indulgent journey with the attractive sommelier, Gideon. As a wine taster, Saffron continually uses her senses to carve out a successful career, driving her to the peak of her profession. However, when Gideon leads her on an erotic adventure fueled by passion and self-discovery, she's startled to learn that she's been living her life ignorant of sensory pleasures that require other talents, ones she’d never explored with her previous, disastrous lover. That man, who envies her success, is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved. 

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Author Bio: 

Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission.  
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening. 

Jaye lives in NW England. 

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