Friday, December 19, 2014

Spanked. Whipped. Punished. Got it? #SatSpanks

Greetings Sat Spankers!

A slight change in programming. I thought the Masters of the Castle box set was coming out first, but as it turns out, my book Mob Mistress (a standalone book in The Bossman series) will be my next release (Jan. 8th). I think I shared a little from it while writing it this past summer. It's the story of a hair stylist in financial crisis who strikes an arrangement with mafia boss Bobby Manghini to be his submissive mistress, but her discovery that he’s not married could ruin the relationship.


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“Breaking any of my rules will get you punished.”

She drew in a breath, hardly daring to ask. “Punished?”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “Yeah, spanked. Whipped. Punished. Got it?”

She almost laughed. She had expected him to say whacked. Maybe she’d watched too many Sopranos episodes. But Bobby Manghini had a kinky side, it seemed. And the idea of his asserting his authority over her with physical punishment did not dim his appeal one bit.

“I understand,” she said. “Capito.”

“Do we have a deal?”

She nodded. “Deal.”

In a flash he had her blouse up over her head and backed her against a barstool. He moved in for a kiss at the same time his fingers worked the buttons on her designer jeans. His lips attacked hers, tongue demanding entry as he kissed and sucked.



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Mob Mistress

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package--a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?


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Monday, December 15, 2014

The Trouble with Abby - Stevie MacFarlane visits to talk about her new book


Renee Rose: What inspired you to write your first book?
Stevie McFarlane: A contest, seriously.  Harlequinn was sponsoring this ‘so you think you can write’ kind of thing.  They sent me some tapes and I listened to them carefully.  At the time I was desperate to take my mind off my problems and I always said I would write a book one day, so I did.  I was working with an old Brother Word Processor I borrowed from a friend.  Yeah, I know I’m old, lol, but it was all I had.  I would write late into the night, sometimes only getting an hour of two of sleep before going to work, but I loved it.  I was consumed with getting the book finished and as soon as I did, I sent it off to them and started the next one.  About two months later I received a really nice letter from the editor, telling me that the reader liked the book and making suggestions on changes she would like.  I took it as a rejection, which it was, but I had no idea how unusual it was to receive a personal letter on your first submission.  I packed the books away and got back to my ‘real’ life.  A few months later she sent me a letter asking me if I had anything else, but by then Bill was better and I just tossed it out.  It wasn’t until twenty years later that I got the books out of the attic and updated them.  They became Changing Her Mind and Little White Lies.

Renee Rose: Do you have a specific writing style?
Stevie MacFarlane: I would have to say I write in the omniscient style.  It’s currently out of favor, but as long as my readers like what I do, I’m good with it.  It will come back as soon and a new catch phrase comes along telling us what not to do.

The Trouble With Abby

Excerpt:


The roar from the kitchen caught them both off guard, and Sean’s long strides had Maeve running to keep up. The back door was open and they flew out of it to find their son bent over and inspecting his truck.

“What is it, Paddy? You scared the bejesus out of us,” Sean yelled.

“Look,” Patrick said, pointing at the vehicles.

Maeve stood still, shocked to the bone. She could hear Connor’s feet pounding down the outside stairway, yelling at Abby to stay put. He rounded the corner in just his jeans, pulling a T-shirt over his head that did nothing to hide the weapon strapped to his side.

“What the hell is it?” he called as he approached them.

“Look at all the tires,” Pat said in disgust. “Some bastard’s sliced every one of them.”

Connor circled each vehicle and looked at the damage. Patrick’s tires were flatter than a pancake, a wide slit in each one. Connor’s own truck hadn’t fared any better, and he cursed under his breath, “Fucking punks.”

It wasn’t until he walked around Sean’s Tahoe that he stopped and stared.

“What’s going on?” Abby asked, rounding the stairway. She was holding up a pair of his sweats, had on a camo tee shirt and her feet were bare.

“Dammit, Abby, do you ever listen?” he roared, running his hand though his short hair.

“Guess not,” she replied, squinting her eyes against the morning sun as she stumbled to his side.

He tried to keep her from seeing what he had been inspecting, but it was too late. Her hands flew to her throat as she gasped, his pants ending up around her ankles. She paled visibly as her big brown eyes turned to Connor’s, seeming to demand an explanation.

“I think you better come and look at this,” Connor sighed, motioning to Sean and Pat. “Abby, why don’t you and Maeve go inside and make some coffee?” he suggested, stooping to pull up her pants. Taking her hand he wrapped it around the clump of material he’d gathered and tried to turn her toward the pub door.

“Look at what?” Maeve asked, coming between the vehicles.

“Nothing. Abby take Maeve inside and make coffee,” Connor growled between his teeth, giving Abby a little push.

“I know what you’re doin’, Connor McCabe, and you can save your breath. I’m not a child to be rushed away from unpleasantness. Now what are you hidin’?” Maeve demanded.

Connor stepped back and let her see the words scrawled across the passenger door on Sean’s vehicle. ‘FUCKING BITCH’ was gouged deep into the black paint, the big ugly letters scraped down to the steel beneath. This wasn’t a simple ‘keying’; this had meaning for whoever did it.

Sean pulled his wife to his side with a strong hold as he and Patrick nearly vibrated with shock and anger. For once Maeve was silent, although Abby was crying.

“Call Rory,” was all he said as he propelled Maeve into the pub.


Author Bio:
Stevie MacFarlane lives in rural upstate New York with her family.  When not cooking for her large family she can be found curled up with a good book or writing her heart out.  She currently has eleven books published and you can find them on Blushing Books, Amazon, Barnes & Nobel as well as other popular sites. You can connect with Stevie in the following ways and she loves her hear from readers.
Twitter: @StevieMac1175
Amazon Author Page:  http://amzn.to/1ux9Qoq

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Faith's First #Spanking - from Ashe Barker's new SNP release

I'm pleased to have Ashe Barker here today to talk about her new book Faith.

ASHE BARKER, FAITH

Hello Renee, and thank you so much for inviting me to be a guest on your blog. It’s wonderful to be back here, and to be able to chat about my latest release. Faith went on general release this week, and is my first story to be published by Stormy Night.  You’ll be able to grab a copy from Amazon.com

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One of my favourite scenes in the book is Faith’s first spanking. She’s curious, excited, nervous, but in the end she just can’t resist it. As I wrote that scene I recalled a first of my own. Not my first spanking – that’s another story entirely. My inspiration for the scene came from my recollection of learning to swim.

My older sister could swim. That alone was a good reason for me to take to the water. I never liked to be outdone. I would sit on the side of the pool clutching my float, envying all the other children splashing and whooping, fearless in their fun. It didn’t look hard, much littler kids than me were doing it. And the lady with the big hook on a stick would drag me out if it all got too much. Not a safe word exactly, it would be more a gurgling scream as I sank, but it would do. She was alert, she’d rescue me.

I knew it was possible, at least in theory, for a person to float. I could see people doing it. Even so, it required an enormous leap of faith to take my feet off the bottom and see what would happen to me. Both feet mind you. I’d hopped plenty of widths, now it was time for the big one.  I wasn’t over ambitious, no point tempting fate. I hung onto my float, rather like Faith hangs on to her knickers in the book. But I lifted both feet and I went for it.

It was all a bit splashy, hardly elegant, but I got a yard or two through the water before I felt compelled to put my feet down. And most important of all, I didn’t sink.  It was no longer ‘people’ who could float. It was me. At my next attempt I did better, then better still as my self-belief grew. There was no stopping me, I was soon doing lengths, passing my swimming certificates, getting badges for my mum to sew on my swimming costume. Later I graduated to scuba diving, where perversely sinking is de rigeur. But it’s controlled sinking so doesn’t count.

Over the years being able to swim, or sink when I choose to, has brought me endless pleasure. It even saved my life on one occasion. And it all started with one huge leap of faith.

And talking of which, here’s Faith’s introduction to spanking. Curious about the lifestyle she’s visited a BDSM club on her own. In an attempt to remain anonymous she is going by the name of Charity in this scene.

I enjoy my evening at Fairlawns. I drive home again after three hours, much enlightened, intrigued, encouraged, and vowing to be back again the following weekend. And every weekend, until Ewan returns.
The first time I’m offered a spanking I refuse. I’m polite, but firm. Despite my rampant and as yet unassuaged libido, I tell myself I have no desire to actually indulge. I’m just—interested.
The next time such an offer comes my way I accept. The dom who approaches me in the playroom is friendly, pleasant. His smile is warm and my answering smile comes naturally. He stands next to me for a couple of minutes as we both watch a dom administer an erotic spanking. The 
submissive’s bare bottom is already a deep shade of pink, and she’s just starting to emit small yelps of pain with each swat.
“He’s good. And she’s loving that. So far.” His voice is low, perfectly modulated to calm rather than unnerve me.
“Er, yes. I suppose so.”
“You suppose?”
“No, no of course not. She is loving it.”
“Would you love it, Miss…?”
“Charity. My name is Charity and… yes, I think I might.” I intended to tell him no. I intended to thank him for his kind offer, but to turn it down. I have no idea where ‘yes’ came from, but having said it, I am not turning back.
“I think so too. Shall we?” He introduces himself as David and gestures towards a spare spanking bench a few feet away. I walk over to it, then turn to him. I have absolutely no idea what to do next.
“First time?” He hitches one hip on the edge of the bench, his arms folded across his chest.
Embarrassed, I nod. “Is that all right? I mean, I’ll understand if you prefer…”
“It’s fine, Charity. A nice, gentle introduction, then. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
“Strictly speaking, that’s ‘yes, please, sir,’ but we’ll skip the niceties for now. All you need to do is lean across the bench and make yourself comfortable.”
“Right. Okay. Sir?”
“You’re a fast learner, Charity. I’m impressed. So, would you like to keep your knickers on for this?”
“Yes, I would really. If that’s okay, sir.”
“It’s fine. You know the house safe words I expect?”
“Yes. Red to stop, amber to go slower, green for all’s well.”
“That’s right, but this is your first time so we’ll start low key, and I’ll just continue until you ask me to stop. You just tell me when you’ve had enough.”
The spanking is glorious. He uses a paddle, I think. He starts soft, and increases the intensity after about six slaps. By the ninth swat I’m letting out small cries of pain, but I don’t want this to end quite yet.
“You okay, Charity?” David pauses, waits for my response.
“Yes, sir. Green.”
“Good girl. Let me know when that changes.”
I count twelve strokes, then I know I’ve reached my limit. For now.
“Sir, would you stop now, please?”
The spanking ceases, and David helps me to stand upright again. I let my short skirt drop back down to more or less cover my smarting bum.
“Thank you, sir. That was… very nice.”
“It was my absolute pleasure, Charity. We must do it again some time.”
“I’d like that.” And it’s true. I would.

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Here’s the blurb…

After her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: Ewan is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.

Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand,
Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.

Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?

Publisher’s Note: Faith is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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A bit more about me…

Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. So I left, and at last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance. I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres.  I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

In my own writing I draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel.  I’m a rural parish councillor, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.

My other titles include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. The Three Rs is a stand-alone novel set in Berwick in the Scottish border. I’ve also written a couple of short stories, Re-Awakening, and a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, as well as a novella, Carrot and Coriander. All are available from  Amazon.co.uk  Amazon.com   Barnes and Noble  All Romance

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.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me  my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Caging her. #SatSpanks

Masters of the Castle: Punishing Portia from When the Gavel Falls Box Set

“Crawl to it.”
Her stomach clenched. She really, really did not want to get in that cage.
She considered her options. Should she call ‘red’? Put an end to the play? What would happen if she did? Would the characters drop and the “master-slave” scenario end? What then? Would they become Portia Sands and David Dean Marone again? She certainly didn’t want that. Nor did she want their scene to end. Despite the way he pushed her boundaries, bringing her right up against the edge of her tolerance and trust, he had fulfilled her needs on a level so deep she dared not examine it.


Masters of the Castle: Punishing Portia (New Year's Slave Auction Box Set!)
When well-known chef and restaurateur David Marone recognizes the food critic who just lambasted him in a review on the charity auction block, he bids an inordinate amount to keep her as his slave for three nights. He remembers the haughty foodie from culinary school seventeen years earlier, and relishes the idea of getting even with her for her mean-spirited review.


Portia Sands hopes the dark and gorgeous Chicago chef who won the bid for her at the Castle charity auction doesn’t know her real identity as the food critic who tore him apart in a review the week before. She finds he hasn’t changed since culinary school--still arrogant, over-confident and domineering. Unfortunately, he has the same effect on her now as he did then: reducing her to a trembling mass of jello.


When he pushes her to her limits, placing her in a cage like a pet, she discovers he knows who she is, and means to exact revenge. She considers calling the Castle safeword to end their time together, but some part of her won’t allow it. Somehow she must survive three nights as his slave and keep her heart in the process.


Merry Christmas! The Naughty List is on sale for only $6.99! (FREE on Kindle Unlimited!!)

$6.99 at Amazon or Blushing books!
I'm thrilled to say that The Naughty List, a Christmas box set with books by me, Patty Devlin, Maren Smith, Maddie Taylor and Dinah McLeod went on sale at Blushing yesterday and on Amazon today for $6.99. 

This is definitely a limited time deal!  Five books for seven bucks is pretty awesome, and comes out to about 70% off the list price if my math is right...

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Cowboy and the Mail Order Bride by Angela Sargenti

Only $2.99
Blurb

Eleanor's parents passed away unexpectedly, leaving her penniless. Fearing she had no other options, she accepts an offer of marriage from a wealthy rancher. She agrees to travel out west and become his bride, but part of that agreement means she must subject herself to his discipline.

John Henry Morgan expects his new bride to be an obedient wife, but soon finds the headstrong Eleanor taking his home--and his heart--by storm.

Can the impetuous Mrs. Morgan abide by her new husband’s rules and make him a comfortable wife, or will she lose him to his former lady friend, Miss Lou Anne Franklin?

Excerpt

“But I thought I was going to be a fine lady.”

“You are.  After all that.  Which puts me in mind of something I’ve been wanting to do.”

“Consummate our marriage?”

“Yep.  That, too.  But first, do you remember what I wrote to you about discipline?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I had a thought, that maybe we ought to do a little preventative discipline.”

I cast him a searching glance.

“I don’t understand,” I told him.

“Well, Missus, it’s like this.  I thought maybe we’d get the ball rolling by showing you what one of my bare-bottomed spankings will feel like.”

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Bio:

Angela is the author of the zombie blog, After Old Joe. She has penned dozens of erotic and

horror stories and has written for such anthologies as BDSM, Sex Toy Stories 2, and The Big

Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales.  The Cowboy and the Mail-Order Bride is her second

novel with Blushing Books.  You can stalk her at http://www.angiesargenti.blogspot.com or on

twitter at https://twitter.com/angiesargenti.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Making her Squirm - new Masters of the Castle box set #SatSpanks

I have another teaser from Masters of the Castle: Punishing Portia today. After the famous chef David Marone buys Portia at the submissive auction, she is not sure whether he knows her identity as the critic who just roasted him in last week's Windy City Eats.


Walking around with no panties and a dog tail in her ass made her squirm. Every man and half the women they passed smirked or winked. Some of the women glared daggers, as if her pudenda hanging out infringed on their future action. The weight of the tail plug filled her, the sensation of the subtle friction in her hole a constant reminder of its presence. Her sex had swelled, engorged with blood from the spanking and her arousal. Each step she took, her labia brushed together, making her want to wrestle free of her bonds and pleasure herself.

Her ass still blazed from the crop welts, but she welcomed the zing, the tingle giving her a better edge than a stiff cocktail. Besides, she was grateful he didn’t make her crawl like a dog beside him. She didn’t mind a little kneeling, but her thirty-nine-year-old knobs wouldn’t take extensive crawling on the hard stone floor. David--Master D--had not yet proven himself cruel. Perhaps he truly did not know her identity. She clung to that hope.



Blurb

When well-known chef and restaurateur David Marone recognizes the food critic who just lambasted him in a review on the charity auction block, he bids an inordinate amount to keep her as his slave for three nights. He remembers the haughty foodie from culinary school seventeen years earlier, and relishes the idea of getting even with her for her mean-spirited review.

Portia Sands hopes the dark and gorgeous Chicago chef who won the bid for her at the Castle charity auction doesn’t know her real identity as the food critic who tore him apart in a review the week before. She finds he hasn’t changed since culinary school--still arrogant, over-confident and domineering. Unfortunately, he has the same effect on her now as he did then: reducing her to a trembling mass of jello.

When he pushes her to her limits, placing her in a cage like a pet, she discovers he knows who she is, and means to exact revenge. She considers calling the Castle safeword to end their time together, but some part of her won’t allow it. Somehow she must survive three nights as his slave and keep her heart in the process.

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