Monday, August 25, 2014

The Reddington Scandal is now available as an Audiobook!! (Regency Spanking Romance)

Available for hands-free listening now!
I am so thrilled to announce that another of my books has just been released as an audio book!

The Reddington Scandal is available today on Audible and will be available on iTunes and Amazon within a couple days.  

The cost is one Audible Credit, or $10.46 or only $3 something if you've already bought the ebook (obviously it's cheaper to buy both ebook and audio than just the audio!!)

Here's the scoop:

When Phoebe's brother-in-law catches the notorious rake Lord Fenton in his home late at night, half-dressed and obviously attempting escape, he flies into a rage, threatening to kill both his wife and Lord Fenton. In a desperate measure to avert bloodshed, Phoebe claims she is Lord Fenton's lover, thereby forcing him to take her as his wife to avoid a scandal.
Knowing full well a philanderer like Teddy Fenton could never remain faithful, Phoebe insists upon separate bedrooms, resolving to resist his charm rather than fall in love and face the pain of his inevitable infidelity. Her handsome husband respects her request for a marriage in name only, but his marital dominance manifests itself in other ways. She soon learns that while he will not force her to his bed, Teddy is more than willing to take her over his knee and spank her bare bottom when her behavior warrants it.
Doubting his ability to stay faithful and not wishing to replicate his parents' miserable existence, Teddy had never intended to take a wife, until he was forced to marry the lovely Phoebe Fletcher and everything changed. Suddenly other women hold no allure for him, and he wants nothing more than to win the affection of his new bride. But just when it seems he might succeed, secrets from her past threaten to destroy their chance at happiness. Can this couple come to love one another as befits a man and wife, or will their marriage end in scandal after all?
This audiobook contains a special bonus figging story featuring Kitty and Harry Westerfield from The Westerfield Affair.
Publisher's Note: The Reddington Scandal is an erotic romance novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this audiobook.
©2013 Renee Rose and Stormy Night Publications (P)2014 Renee Rose

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Meredith O'Reilly: Renee Rose is here to talk about Yes, Doctor!

Meredith O'Reilly has me on the hot seat today, asking why I used a new pen name for Yes, Doctor and what Medical BDSM does for me...



Meredith O'Reilly: Renee Rose is here to talk about Yes, Doctor!: Hi Everyone! Today I am so lucky to have the marvelous Renee Rose on my blog to talk about her new book, Yes Doctor . Renee thanks fo...

Friday, August 22, 2014

Getting Kinky in the Supply Closet - Yes, Doctor #medical #bdsm - #SatSpanks

Only $2.99 (hint, hint)
Happy Saturday! Today's snippet comes from my new release Yes, Doctor (only $2.99 at Amazon, hint hint). Dr. Drake has ordered his CNA to meet him in the supply closet....

“Turn around and bend over.”
She only hesitated for a few seconds before slowly rotating and folding at the waist.
“Pull down your pants and panties.”
She reached back, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her scrubs and slid them down.
He stifled a growl in his throat, the sight of her creamy white ass offered up to him making it hard to breathe. The pink lips of her sex peeked out, the smell of her arousal filling the supply closet.
Voices in the hallway brought him back. He deliberately stood so his body would block the sight of her if anyone opened the door.
“Place your hands on the shelf in front of you,” he instructed.


Yes, Doctor


When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.


Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God-playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?


Publisher’s Note: this short novella contains elements of medical BDSM, including anal punishment, spanking and erotic sex scenes.


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Thursday, August 21, 2014

For Logan & Christian, one thing makes all the difference - Breathe Each Other In by Thianna D

Breathe Each Other In 

While the outside world might try to undermine them, Logan and Christian’s relationship just grows stronger. In this, the final part of the All They Ever Needed trilogy, their lives take an unexpected turn. 

Christian takes to heart everything he learns from Logan’s father and as he and Logan go forward in their DD relationship, he finds that he is willing to not just take on the mantle of Head of House, but to embrace it. With Logan graduating from college, Christian takes the next logical step and asks his boyfriend to move in. 

Even with the stress of student teaching and trying to figure out what to do after graduation, Logan leaps at the chance to live with the man he loves. As the pressure of graduation begins to get to him, the only thing to keep him grounded is the amazing man at his side. 

Those closest to them make huge changes in their own lives and when an unexpected job offer lands in Logan’s lap, the two have to make a life altering decision. No matter which way they go, they need to give something up. Play it safe and stay home or accept the job and move away from their families? When it comes to decision time, there is one thing they are not willing to part with. That one thing makes all the difference in the world. 

All They Ever Needed trilogy: 

     Book 1: As Natural As Breathing 

     Book 2: Took My Breath Away 

     Book 3: Breathe Each Other In


Enjoy this fun and sexy snippet from Christian and Logan:

Rolling Christian on to his front, Logan trailed his lips slowly downward. His lips moved softly over strong shoulders that had definitely gained definition in the last few months, across a strong back, making sure to kiss every ridge of Christian’s back bone on the way down. As he reached Christian’s buttocks, which to Logan had to be the best thing ever created, he could not resist biting.

“Fuck,” Christian barked, in a tone that sounded like it hurt and made him laugh at the same time. “Do it again.”

Grinning, Logan moved his mouth to the opposite cheek and once again bit down, not to the point of breaking the skin, but it would definitely leave a mark for a few days. The low moan from the man below him gave him satisfaction and with strong hands, he pulled Christian’s cheeks apart, kissing the puckered hole that presented itself.

“Logan,” Christian murmured, tensing up and then forcing himself to relax.

“Shh.”

Rimming Christian might become one of his favorite ways to torture his boyfriend. Moans, gasps, cries and sounds Logan was surprised his boyfriend could even make encouraged him on as his tongue slid over the soft surface, getting to know each puckered piece of skin, the sensitivity of each area before he finally pressed his tongue forward just enough to slide inside.

“Fuck!” Christian grasped, his hips jumping. “Logan, if you’re gonna fuck me, you better do it before I cum! Ugh! That shouldn’t feel so good.”

“Sure it should,” Logan said, sitting back on his knees. “And if you want me to fuck you, up on your knees.” He snickered as Christian pulled his knees underneath him almost immediately. “Well, someone’s a bit anxious.”

“Now, now, now,” Christian begged, panting slightly.

Amused and feeling rather exultant, Logan leaned over for the condoms and lube which they had unpacked first and put near the bed. Covering his fingers with lube, he pushed one inside, moving it around easily with no tension from Christian. “Getting used to it?” he asked calmly as he quickly added a second.

“To be honest, I’ve come to enjoy the burn,” Christian admitted. “Because I know what’s coming from it.”

“Makes sense to me and from this position, I can hit your prostate easily and spank you at the same time.”

Christian looked over his shoulder with interest. “Sounds like a winner to me.”

Grinning back, Logan put on a condom and lined up, pushing slowly but steadily inside and watching the look of pleasure that filled Christian’s face as he did so. “So good,” Logan moaned as his balls bounced lightly against Christian’s. Taking a deep breath, he smacked Christian’s rump hard making him gasp.

“Oh, god, yes,” Christian moaned.

“Yes,” Logan agreed, pulling out and as he pushed back in, felt for the right angle to—

“Fuck!” Christian gasped, arching his back.

Found it. Grinning wickedly, Logan thrust slowly and evenly, passing over Christian’s prostate with every movement even as he began to swat Christian’s pearly-white backside. He hit Christian’s right side as he pulled out, his left side as he pushed in, developing a rhythm that sent Christian into an intense orgasm so quickly he was surprised. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Christian cried as his body twitched and writhed under Logan’s hands.

About the author:
Thianna D is a writer of both het and m/m erotic romance. Most of her works include BDSM or DD. Logan and Christian brought together the domestic discipline way of life, spanking in an erotic context, and two amazing characters she loves very much. It is difficult to say goodbye to them as this is the final book in the trilogy. Thankfully she has a list of books she’s writing – that should help.

To find her online, check out one of the following websites:

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

I'll make sure she's punished...

Chloe ripped the paper covering off the exam table and threw it in the trash, pulling forward a fresh one. She picked up the patient folder from the slot in the door and brought it to reception to stand in the lobby door. “Janice Wilson?”
A pregnant woman stood and ambled toward her.
“Did you leave your urine sample yet?”
The woman looked at her blankly.
She stifled her sigh. It’s only the test I have you do every time you come in. “If you would please step into the restroom there, you’ll find cups on the counter, and the instructions for catching a clean urine stream are posted on the wall. Simply apply the label the receptionist gave you to the side and put it in the pass-through window for me to pick up.”
“Oh,” Janice said, looking surprised, as if she hadn’t already done this at least eight times in the past six months. “Okay,” she said, taking the cup.
Pregnancy sucks the brains right out of women. Either that, or Irontree OB/Gyn practice attracted the city’s most air-headed patients.
“Chloe, someone just threw up in Exam Room 3,” Dr. Reinhart said. “Can you clean it up, sweetie?”
She used to bristle at the endearment, which she found condescending, but Sandy Reinhart called everyone “sweetie,” including her ditzy patients, so Chloe had grown used to it. All doctors had a habit of holding themselves above the rest of the population, in her opinion, so it pretty much went with the territory.
For someone who worked in the medical profession, she had a low opinion of the people who ran the show. Not that she didn’t think her bosses were completely capable and knowledgeable about their field. She just hated Western medicine—the way doctors made patients feel so powerless, becoming the only authority over their bodies. Like when women had Cesareans or inductions scheduled based on the doctor’s availability, rather than when the baby decided to be born. She was pretty sure she’d have a home birth when the time came. But, of course, that would require a relationship. Preferably with a man who wanted to raise a family with her. And she had was sorely lacking in that department.
“I’m on it,” she told Dr. Reinhart.
She steeled her stomach as she opened the door.
A pale-faced woman sat on the exam table, holding a plastic tray for any additional vomit. “I’m really sorry,” Pukey McPreggers said, looking embarrassed.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll have things cleaned up in a minute here.”
Puke was an occupational hazard at Irontree—women with morning sickness often lost their breakfasts, lunches or dinners on the exam room floors.
She mopped up the mess with paper towels, then sprayed the area down with disinfectant and wiped again in record time.
“See? No big deal. Can I get you a cup of water or something?”
“Yes, that would be great,” the woman said weakly.
“Sometimes just keeping food in your stomach can help, even though that sounds counter-intuitive when you’re feeling queasy,” she offered, giving the advice she’d heard the nurses give one hundred times before.
“I know, I totally should have eaten breakfast this morning, but everything just sounded gross to me,” the woman laughed weakly. “But I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Do you want me to find you something to eat now? A granola bar?”
“Um, sure, I’ll try that, thanks.”
“Okay, be right back.” She zipped out, knowing Ditzy Prego and her urine cup would be waiting. She found Janice standing outside the bathroom, looking uncertain. “Sorry, I had to do a quick clean up. If you’ll just follow me, you’ll be in in this exam room on the right.” She ushered her in and took her blood pressure, jotting the results down on her chart, then excused herself, dashing back to find a granola bar and deliver it before putting on gloves to dip the test stick into Ditzy’s urine sample.
She rushed back to her exam room, but Dr. Drake, the man she privately referred to as “Dr. Dreamy,” had already arrived and was looking for the patient file.
“It’s right here,” she said breathlessly. “I got a little backed up with a clean up in Room 3.” She tried to ignore the piercing blue gaze with which the doctor fixed her. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel completely bared to him. As if he saw past all her cheerful, eager-to-please pretense and read her snarkiest thoughts. Anytime she inwardly rolled her eyes at patients or the doctors in his presence, she sensed his amusement. To top it off, he always seemed to guess where she was and what she was up to. Every time she tried to text friends on the job, he was the doctor who caught her.
“Thank you, Chloe,” he said, stretching out his hand. Their gazes tangled when he took the file, locking a moment too long.
She sucked in a breath before she tore them away, flustered. “You’re welcome,” she managed. As always, she turned a little stupid in his presence, his good looks and authoritative demeanor making her palms sweat. And he probably noticed that, too, since she was sure he saw through the rest.
It was Friday, which meant the two nurses and three of the four doctors in the practice cut out by noon.  As the only Certified Nurse Assistant, she didn’t get to flex her time, but she didn’t mind. She liked it when the clinic was quiet—it gave her more opportunities to do her own thing while the one remaining doctor was closed in with patients.
She checked the board to see with whom she would be working that afternoon. Dr. Dreamy. A thrill of excitement zinged through her. Being alone in the clinic with him always made her knees go weak.
The hours flew by while they were busy and by afternoon, she was ready for time to slow. “Well, it’s just you and me, kid,” Dr. Drake said when they passed in the hall.
“Yep,” she chirped.
Yep. Brilliant, Chloe. That was the best she could do? She wished she had the ability to pop out witty replies. Or somehow impress him with her amazing CNA skills, but the tasks in a gyno clinic didn’t really give her the opportunity.  She had a friend who worked at the hospital as a nurse assistant and received free movie passes every time she saved a life. Now that would be exciting. Cleaning up puke, not so much.
They continued through the afternoon and by four o’clock, she found a chance to slip out the back door. She had a pack of smokes she and her best friend Leigh Ann had bought to share at the bar that weekend. She didn’t consider herself an addict—more of a social smoker, particularly when she drank, but having them knocking around in her purse made the temptation too great. She should have given the rest of the pack to Leigh Ann.
She pulled out a Natural American Spirit and lit it. Only organic tobacco when you’re trying to get lung cancer. Smoking made her think of Leigh Ann, so she dialed her number at work.
“This is Leigh Ann,” she said in her very business-like tone. She worked as a graphic designer for an ad agency.
“Hey, girlfriend.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m just taking a quick smoke break at work.”
“You better not let those doctors catch you smoking, they’d probably fire you on the spot.”
She giggled. “I know. I’m so bad. And I’m working alone with Dr. Dreamy today.” Somehow the idea of being naughty while under his watch gave her more of a high than the nicotine.
“Ooh, lucky you. What’s his scoop, anyway? Is he married?”
“Divorced. I don’t know if he has a girlfriend, though. All I know is I’d get in the stirrups for him any day.”
The sound of a deliberate throat clearing nearly made her throw the phone down with her cigarette as she sprang to her feet and whirled around.
Dr. Drake stood with his arms folded across his chest and eyebrows raised but she thought she detected amusement flitter over his face.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. “Are you finished already?” She dropped her phone in her purse and pulled out a little bottle of rose water, spritzing herself to remove the smoke smell. As if it wasn’t already too late to hide the evidence. “That was the last patient, right?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Whose job is it to keep track?”
“Um...mine?”
“Yeah,” he said slowly, turning around. “That’s kinda what I was thinking.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, trotting after him. “I was just taking a quick break.”
He went into an examination room and she followed. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, sitting down on a stool and opening one of the drawers.
“I-I don’t. I mean, I know you just caught me smoking a cigarette, but I’m not a smoker. That was totally a...one-off,” she said breathlessly.
He turned and pinned her with a blue-eyed gaze. “I see.”
She had the notion he was toying with her—playing stern just to watch her panic. Which was better than him being actually annoyed with her because then she would worry all weekend about her upcoming performance review and, hopefully, raise.
He pointed at the sample birth control pills in the drawer he had opened. “These need to be re-stocked.”
“Okay, I’ll get right on that,” she said, whipping around and practically running to the supply closet.


Darren had always found Chloe adorable. He loved how easy it was to reduce her to blushes and stammers, the way she scurried around to please him even though it seemed like everyone else got on her nerves.
He stood up from the stool when she returned, standing back with crossed arms to watch her stack the sample pills in neat rows. “So,” he drawled. “Who’s Dr. Dreamy?”
He shouldn’t go there, but he just couldn’t resist.
She stilled, not turning around. When she began stacking again, her fingers fumbled, the boxes scattering across the drawer. She mumbled something.
He put the buds of his stethoscope in his ears and held the chestpiece in front of her lips. “What was that?”
She giggled and looked up at him with big brown eyes, her cheeks pink with color. Then she tossed her auburn hair back, putting a hand on her hip and pulling out the sass that he’d always sensed lay under her overly-friendly exterior. “You are. But you already knew that, didn’t you? Why do you ask, are you going to give me that pap smear?”
He smothered a laugh, loving that she owned it and leaned even closer to her. “Are you asking for one now, Chloe?”
He saw the flare of her pupils as she realized he might not be joking. He should never have suggested it, should never have even started this topic of conversation. He had definitely strayed into the arena of sexual harassment. If she acted at all uncomfortable, he would apologize profusely and tell her he was only kidding.
But her lips parted, her little tongue darting out to moisten them and he could see her nipples protruded through the double layer of bra and scrubs. “Um...yeah,” she said hoarsely.
His cock went rock hard. Oh God, was this really happening? He’d been propositioned by patients with doctor fantasies before and despite the temptation had never given in. But this time he was actually considering it. Chloe Jones had always tweaked him with her long thick auburn hair, sensual lips and perky tits. He guessed they shared a similar sense of humor and perspective on people from her subtle reactions or facial expressions. And the forbidden factor of molesting an employee made it all the hotter.
Before his brain had arrived at a decision he found himself pushing her back toward the exam table. He picked her up by the waist and lifted her to sit on it.
“I’m afraid we’re all out of dressing gowns, Miss Jones,” he murmured. “Our CNA was smoking out back when she should have been doing laundry.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut again as he began to peel her top off.
“I’ll make sure she’s punished,” he said, pulling both bra straps down so far the cups flipped over, revealing two perfect tits. He unsnapped her bra and tossed it onto the floor. Her breasts sprang free with a bounce, as if joyful to be released. He cupped one and rubbed his thumb across her pebbled nipple as he placed the chest piece of the stethoscope over her heart. “You seem excited, Miss Jones,” he observed, listening to the quickened thump of her cardiac rhythm.
She licked her lips again, and he found himself picturing that lush mouth closing over his member, sucking him off with that same eager-to-please attitude he loved in her.
“Lay back for your breast exam,” he murmured.
Her tongue ran over her lips again as she lowered, first to her elbows, then to her back. Her breasts fell open to the sides. He cupped one in each hand, squeezing. “Firm,” he observed. “Youthful. Size C?”
“Um hmm.”
He circled the tissue of each breast and palpated in her armpits. “No sign of lumps. Do you do a daily breast exam, Miss Jones?”
“Um…”
“If you like, I can perform it for you. I’ll just need you to start each day in my office with your shirt off.”
She giggled.
He pinched both her nipples and pulled.
She gasped.
“Breast cancer is no laughing matter, Miss Jones. I expect you to take it quite seriously.”
“Okay,” she murmured and he released her aching peaks.
“Lung cancer is a serious matter as well. I haven’t decided yet how to drive that point home.”  He slid his fingers under the waistband of her scrubs. “Let’s get these off you now.”
She lifted her pelvis and he shucked both the scrub pants and her panties at the same time. He stopped and held the Batman panties up, stretching them wide to view the sparkly fucsia bat printed on black cotton. “These are cute.”
She blushed and reached for them, but he snatched them out of her grasp, making a tsking noise.
“Now, now. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I’m a doctor—I’ve seen it all.”

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When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.

Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?

Publisher’s Note: this short novella contains elements of medical BDSM, including anal punishment, spanking and erotic sex scenes.



Monday, August 18, 2014

I'm visiting Celeste today... Say Yes, Doctor

Spanking Stories by : Say Yes, Doctor: Meet Darling Adams, Renee Rose's naughtier alter ego. Yep, Renee can't contain all her naughty stories to one name, so she's br...

Saturday, August 16, 2014

New Release! Yes, Doctor - Medical BDSM by Darling Adams (me!)

$2.99 on Amazon
When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.

Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?

Publisher’s Note: this short novella contains elements of medical BDSM, including anal punishment, spanking and erotic sex scenes.


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Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose