Denial: His Empire Book Two

For everyone who's waited so patiently for the sequel to Restraint, it's finally here! Book two of His Empire, Denial, is available now! 

To celebrate, I'd like to share an exclusive interview with the man behind the island, Sir Simeon Harvey himself! 

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The scenery is stunning; gently swaying palm trees in the distance and beyond that, a glimpse of blinding white beach. The patio I find myself on is up on the top floor of the twenty-odd story building but it’s actually the man himself who’s making me dizzy. Taking a deep breath, I begin. “So, Sir Simeon, thank you for agreeing to answer a few questions for us today. I know you’re a busy man, so let’s get right to it, shall we?”

“That’d be nice. I’m not getting any younger,” he says with a chuckle, his sleepy amber gaze fixed directly on my bare thigh.

“Um. Yes. Right.” Flustered, I look down at my notes, wishing I’d worn a longer skirt. “Um. You called this island Nox Oasis, which is a very interesting name. May I ask how you came up with that? Does it mean anything special?”

“Well, Oasis is another way of saying paradise—a fertile spot in a desert, where water is found. In other words, a relief from drought. I thought that quite appropriate. And Nox is Latin for night. This island is intended to be a dark paradise, a place where kinky people can get together and be themselves 24/7. You know?”

“That makes sense. Thank you. Second question. What made you decide to build an entire resort centered around BDSM rather than just a club? Surely the logistics of it were—“

“A fucking nightmare?” Simeon interrupts me with a bark of laughter. “That they were.” He leans forward, his eyes gleaming. “There are plenty of wonderful clubs all over the world and they definitely serve their purpose. But I wanted to offer more. The atmosphere of a typical club but in a way that guests could stay for longer… a week, a month if they want to… and have more opportunities to indulge themselves. Most clubs are only open on certain days, certain evenings, for a limited number of hours. Say a Saturday night. What if you’re not in the mood to be flogged on that particular evening between 7 p.m. and 2 a.m.? What if you’re more of a morning person? You have to wait another few days if you want to play outside the home?” He snorts. “Not to mention typical club restrictions. Play stations have their appeal, but your particular thing might be to give a blowjob in public, or to kneel naked beside your Master in a busy restaurant. At Nox, you can indulge pretty much any fantasy you have.”

I realize my mouth has suddenly gone dry and take a sip of water to compose myself. Sir Simeon follows my lead and picks up his espresso. “For a price, though,” I force myself to say, noting the way his eyes narrow, his expression suddenly stern. “I mean… a stay at the resort doesn’t exactly come cheap, right?”

There’s a long pause, during which I can hear my heart pounding and wonder whether he can hear it, too. Finally, he speaks. “I see where you’re going with this question, little girl, but if you’re going to imply that Nox is only for the rich, you’re very mistaken.”

My face is blazing with heat. Little girl? I’m thirty-five! Biting my tongue, I wait for him to continue.

“We do need to charge enough to cover our substantial overheads—and yes, turn a profit—but we also offer programs where people can work at the resort in exchange for a stay. They even get to pick what field they work in; hospitality, cleaning, demo dollies. So essentially, the resort is open to anyone.”

Feeling suitably chastised, I stare furiously at my notes, hoping he doesn’t notice my trembling fingers. There’s just something about this mysterious man with his closely cropped silver hair, commanding aura and those incredibly piercing eyes. And even though something tells me not to, I can’t help it. “Right. That’s… good. And might I ask what exactly a ‘demo dolly’ is?”

The gold ring on his little finger glints in the sunlight as he sets down his empty cup. “We host workshops sometimes, covering all manner of things, from bondage to impact play to edge play. Some instructors bring their own partners or friends to demonstrations… but in case they don’t, I like to have someone available.”

I clear my throat. “So… er… you mean a model of sorts upon whom the… er… things are performed as an example?”

Sir Simeon leans forward and I catch a whiff of his masculine, exotic scent. My fingers tighten on my notebook. “Yes,” he says smoothly. “A demo dolly.”

“I see.” Trying not to wonder who in their right mind would ever volunteer for that particular task, I press on. “Next question. Do you have anything else planned for this island? You already have the resort building and what is probably the world’s first kinky amusement park. Is there anything else you’d like to add here?”

He indicates the area around us with an expansive smile. “Why? Don’t you think this is enough?”

“Of course,” I mutter, crossing out the question and forging ahead with as much dignity as I can muster. He really is most unsettling. “Um. How did you get into BDSM? Did you always know you were kinky?”

Leaning back in his chair, he runs a huge, tanned hand over his closely shorn, silver hair. “Contrary to popular belief, BDSM isn’t something you decide to ‘get in to’ like some kind of fashion trend. You’re either kinky or you’re not. People try… for their partners, for social acceptance, for whatever reason… but that’s usually doomed to fail. It’s not unlike being gay. Either you are or you aren’t. You’re born that way.”

“So you were born that way?” I ask, trying to make sense of his words.

“In a manner of speaking. I realized from a very early age that my fantasies were…” the corners of his eyes crease most handsomely when he smiles, “unusual. So as soon as I hit puberty, I tended to prefer nude magazines where the women were tied up rather than just naked. These days, it’s a lot easier to find like-minded people, thanks to the Internet, but even back then, there were ways and means if you knew how to look. I even did a stint as a paid Dom for a while. God, those were some good times.”

At the sudden look of nostalgia in his eyes, I’m dying to ask for more details, but I know we’ve nearly run out of time. So I drain the rest of my water instead before looking once more at my notebook. “Thank you so much, Sir. One last question, if I may. I’ve been saving this one for last.”

He raises a thick, perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Go on.”

“It’s no secret that you’re… how should I put this? Not a fan of marriage or monogamy, even though plenty of people undoubtedly find true love here…” I make the mistake of looking up and am startled at the intense way he’s looking at me with those honey-colored eyes. “My question is this: do you think you’ll ever… er… change your stance on that? What I mean is—”

“I know exactly what you mean,” he interrupts me curtly. “You want to know whether I’m just some poor, tortured soul who hasn’t find the right girl yet. Whether there’s some special woman out there who is incredible enough to make me give up my hedonistic ways and fall helplessly, irrevocably in love.”

Spellbound, all I can do is nod.

“Why does everyone always ask me that?” He rasps a hand over his jaw and sighs. “I hate to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I very much doubt it. I tried that whole thing once or twice—marriage, monogamy… it failed miserably. I’m polyamorous and I just love women. All women, in all shapes and sizes.” Once again, he gestures around him. “You’re basically asking a kid in a sweet shop to choose just one lolly and enjoy nothing but that for the rest of his life. Impossible.” His grin lights up his eyes in the most disarming way.

“Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview,” is all I can think of to say, then my tummy drops to my toes when he stands up and takes my hand. As I’m still sitting, he’s effectively looming over me, blocking out the sun.

“Anytime,” he says smoothly. Then, “Want to get out of those clothes and thank me properly?”

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To get your copy of Denial, head on over to Amazon, BlushingBooks, or any online book retailer of your choosing! 

All best,

~ Tabby x

A Cuppa with Dinah McLeod

It has been far too long since I was able to interview a fellow author on this little blog of mine, but I was delighted to get a chance to sit down with my long term friend and wonderful spanking writer Dinah McLeod recently to discuss her latest release: "Mastered By The Millionaire".

I’m not going to waste any more time introducing her, I’ll get started on the questions right away...

What’s your preference in fiction… domestic discipline or erotic spanking? Why?

I like a good mixture of both! I love the idea of a man being the head of the household, the idea of being accountable to someone and the notion that once punished, all is forgiven.

However, that said, there is NOTHING better than a good erotic spanking! 

Do you see a difference between spanking fiction and BDSM? What is it?

Yes, I believe the difference is that in BDSM there is a lot more of power exchange elements between the characters.

Did you read spanking fiction before you started writing it?

Absolutely! My first stories were the Choices series by author Patty Devlin. After her books, I gobbled up as many as I could find by many different authors!

Tell us about your current release; Mastered by the Millionaire...

This is the story of Geoffrey and Nicole. When they fall in love through a whirlwind courtship, Nicole never expects anything but a fairytale life with her Prince Charming. However, a particularly long engagement shows her that she doesn’t know Geoff quite as well as thought. Deciding to call things off prompts Geoffrey to open up to Nicole and show her his dominant side, which is exactly the thing that has been missing in their relationship.

(Tabby's note: Check out the cover, isn't it gorgeous?)

Who was the first person you told that you were writing spanking fiction? What was his/her reaction?

My sister. She was not surprised as she knew I’ve wanted to be a writer practically since birth and that I love spanking! Seemed the natural route to go!

Are you currently or have you ever been in a spanking relationship? Do you use real life experiences in your books?

I absolutely do!

Spanking is a hot topic that pushes people’s buttons. They either like it or they don’t. What do you think makes it hot, both positive and negative?

Again, it all goes back to the power exchange element. It’s hot to have a man tell you where he wants you and take control. I get hot just talking about it! Whew! I think in this day of feminism we’re told we have to like being in control ourselves in every aspect of our lives. But I don’t think that describes every woman, either.

  

How do you think the Internet and the surge of spanking-related erotica is helping men and women who pre-Internet were confused or ashamed by their unusual desires?

It shows you that you’re not alone. That your desires are not unnatural or strange. 

*Tabitha leans in close to whisper in Dinah’s ear.* Just between us, can you tell me what you are working on right now?

Well, since it’s YOU, of course I’m happy to share! I’m working on the third book in my Western series, Swift Justice. Finally, I’m telling Libby’s story and I have to say, I’m having the time of my life with it!

Dinah, that sounds amazing. Thank you so much for giving such great interview! 

Mastered By The Millionaire is available for purchase on Amazon. If you still need a little convincing, Dinah was kind enough to provide us with an excerpt of this hot story. No-one combines realism, humour and sexy as well as this author.

Big hugs,

~ Tabby x

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“Rule one: the undersigned, hereby referred to as ‘the submissive’, will always refer to the dominant as ‘Sir, Master, or Master Geoffrey.’”

Wait, what? I craned my neck back to peer at him, trying to see if his lips had bloomed fully into a smile. To my shock and disbelief, the beginnings of the smile I’d seen had vanished completely and he was looking back at me as calm and collected as he could be.

“Do you understand what I just read, Nicole?”

I understood the words, I even understood the meaning behind them, what I didn’t understand was why he wanted me to agree to them. “I…I think so.”

“You think so?” he prompted, a note of impatience creeping into his voice.

“I, um…I just…”

“Do you agree, or not?”

“Is this, like, a Fifty Shades thing?”

Geoffrey’s brow wrinkled. “I’m sorry, a what?”

“You know. Fifty Shades.”

He shook his head, looking as mystified as if I’d started speaking Greek.

“Fifty Shades of Gray. That BDSM-fetish book?”

Surprise warred with the confusion on his face. “Are you telling me that you read such a book, young lady?”

Why did that sexy, no-nonsense tone send a thrill right to the throbbing sex between my legs? And why, for that matter, did being called ‘young lady’ feel so naughty and delicious all at once? Who was this man, and what the hell was he doing to me?

“I didn’t read the book, but I heard about it. Hell, everyone with an iPhone or a laptop has heard of it.”

Geoffrey scowled at me. “Rule number two: the submissive is to display appropriate behavior at all times, which is includes no swearing.”

This time, I couldn’t help it. The giggles escaped my parted lips. Since when was hell a swear word? Since when did he care?

His brow knitted together even more severely. “Rule number three: the submissive is expected to show the Dominant respect at all times.”

That one was more sobering. What was he saying? Did he think I wasn’t respectful? It shouldn’t have bothered me what he thought, and yet, it very much did. It hadn’t even been two hours since I’d told him we weren’t going to be a couple anymore, and I now found myself on the receiving end of more attention than I typically got in a week. My mind might know that breaking up was the right thing to do, but that message hadn’t made it to my heart yet.

“Number four: the submissive shall always defer to the Dominant in matters concerning her health and well-being.” He paused, perhaps waiting to see if I had anything to say, but my lips were pressed tightly against each other. “Five: The submissive will always answer questions truthfully. Failure to follow any of these rules as set out by the Dominant and agreed upon by the submissive will result in immediate punishment.”

“P-punishment?” I echoed before I could stop myself.

Geoffrey nodded briskly. “Punishment can include, but is not limited to, spanking, whipping, flogging, caning, birching, physical restraint, forced orgasms, anal punishment, corner time and mouth-soaping as the Dominant feels it’s appropriate.”

My mind whirled, and suddenly I felt waves of heat washing over my entire body. His eyes felt hot on my skin, so I turned my face away, lying my cheek once more on the cool sheet. Caning? Corner time? Forced orgasms? And what the hell was mouth-soaping? Not what it sounded like, surely. No one would ever agree to that.

A real kinky writer... Introducing Keith Anderson!

Some of you may have read my recent rant about writing what you're passionate about, in which I shared my opinion that the best erotic writers either live - or at least fantasise about - their kinky subject matter.

I also happen to think that there aren't nearly enough male authors in our genre... but that's a subject for another day.

Imagine my delight, therefore, when the amazing Maren Smith discovered a fresh, male, genuinely kinky talent, and asked me to interview him. For once, I did not need to be told twice.

His name is Keith Anderson, and I've since discovered that we have a lot in common... especially our sense of humour. From Terry Pratchett to Dave Barry to Douglas Adams, we enjoy the same authors.
However, this isn't a blog about writing comedy... it's about writing stories that have you squirming in your seat. And in this, too, Mr. Anderson is obviously very talented. He's here to promote "Pretty When You Cry", an anthology of short, hot stories now available on Amazon. So without further ado, here is my interview with him...

How did you become involved in reading/writing spanking/erotic romance?
I've been writing since I was young, mainly humorous observational pieces, my main influences at the time were Dave Barry and Douglas Adams (which still creep into my stories from time to time). When I got involved with BDSM around 2000, my writing interests followed and the first real piece of erotica I wrote was “The Game”, which was written around 2006 and is included in “Pretty When You Cry”.  I always thought getting published and making any money at this was just a pipe dream, but then I met Maren Smith.  She really liked my stories and has been a huge support for me.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
Well, its a collection of my best short stories and I enjoy the short form because it allows me to explore different situations and characters without feeling I have to hang around them for long.  Just enough to tell a story and then get out!

What was the hardest part of writing this book? 
… and the painful thing about short form is that you're coninually starting from scratch with each story.  So its new characters, with new back stories and new enviroments.  Two of my stories concern a character named Jax who will also be featured in my upcoming novel, “Kinky in Flatland”, so that made it a little easier!

What do you like to read in your free time?
I read a lot of mysteries by Lawrence Block, science fiction by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (Good Omens is one of my favorite books, right behind Hitchhikers' Guide to the Universe!).  I also have gotten into reading Anais Nin and have been reading some collections of erotica put together by Susie Bright.

What projects are you working on at the present? Include a snippet if you like.
My current project is my first novel, which I am very excited and very nervous about!  It’s called Kinky in Flatland and tells the love story between Jax and Holly, two people who happen to be in the subculture of BDSM.  Jax is an old hand in the scene and Holly is a neophyte, each with their requisite baggage of issues in the past.  Can old girlfriends, intrepid reporters and personal failings get in the way of these two living happily ever after?  I started formulating the story when I was getting tired of whenever BDSM was on any TV show, it involved a chalk outline.  So instead, I just wanted to tell a love story between two people who were active in the scene.  

My second objective is that I wanted to remove the lifestyle from the trendy coasts or other fashionable hot spots.  My story takes place in the Great Plains (which is why its called, “Kinky in Flatland”) and I wanted the characters to be believable real people, people you could really see living just two doors down from where you live.  Because to be honest, that’s probably what’s happening anyway! 

Here's an excerpt from the first chapter of Holly's experience at her first BDSM munch.

After the class news, Brandon started a 50/50 raffle and then stepped down so members could mingle, buy tickets and sign up for the playparty after the munch.  Both she and Anna had agreed they would sit out the playparty the first time.  After the others had gone to mingle and Anna excused herself to go to the bathroom, Holly was alone at the table.
After a while a voice to her left said, “Hello.”
She looked up and saw him.  She couldn't help but smile softly.  He was tall and dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt.  He had an easy-going confidence about him.  No alpha arrogance, but no passivity either.  He had a gravitas about him that solidly made his presence known.
“Hi,” she said.
“I just noticed you were sitting by yourself and wondered if you wanted some company.”
“Sure.”
He sat in the chair next to her and held out his hand.
“My name is Jax.”
“Mine is Holly,” she smiled, shaking his hand. His grasp was firm, but not suffocating.
“Is this your first time? I don't think I've seen you here before.”
“Yes, first timer...Have you been coming here long?”
“I've known Brandon since before the group started, so yeah, been here since the beginning.”
“Could I ask you a question?” Holly asked, hesitantly.
“Of course, you can ask me anything.””
“What are the playparties like?”
Jax thought for a bit.  “Well, you know how it is in the porn novels and videos, where its all just one bacchanalian orgy free-for-all?
“Yeah?”
“It's nothing like that.” Jax smiled.
Holly stifled a giggle.
“Everything connected to BDSM play is pre-negotiated, everything is consensual.”
Holly nodded. “I'd done some reading online, consensuality was stressed very strongly.”
“Yes, as far as I’m concerned, consensuality is the one thing that separates BDSM from abuse.”
“I understand that, but knowing what’s going to happen, because its been pre-negotiated...doesn't that kill any spontaneity?  It makes it sound kinda clinical.”
Jax nodded.  “I can understand that.  Let me tell you a story of a scene I did at the last playparty.  I'll leave out names, confidentiality is also a very important concept in the community.  I had been talking to a woman in the group for a few weeks and she wanted to try a caning.  She was fairly new and had only a few spanking scenes.  So we discussed ways we could make this happen and how it would work best for her.  Because caning can be a bit intense.
“The evening came around that we were to play and I could tell she was a bit nervous. So, I had her take a few deep breaths and then kneel on the spanking bench.  She was down to her panties and I just gave a good brief massage on her ass, to help her relax, which is very important.  If you're tense or nervous, you won't be able to process the pain, but if you're relaxed, its much easier to take in the sensations.
“After the massage, a light spank and then a rub on the spot I just spanked.  Spank, then rub, spank and rub.  Then you get to the point, where the spanks are getting harder and the rubs are coming less.  The blood is starting to work its way to the surface and her ass was getting to be a nice faint reddish tint to it.
Holly nodded, glancing at his hands, imagining how one would cover one of her ass cheeks and how it would feel on impact and she felt her face flush red.  She also noticed she was biting her lip and stopped.
“After that I took out my tawse, do you know what a tawse is?”
“Is that the twin leather straps attached to a handle?  I think I saw a picture of one.”
“Exactly, very good.”  Jax smiled.  “I took out my tawse and rubbed it for awhile on her pink cheeks, the rough leather sliding against her hot sensitive skin and then reared back my hand and slapped her ass good.  She startled just slightly, which was I wanted, that meant she was taking it well.  I must've worked on her with that tawse for a good ten to fifteen minutes, first soft slaps and then harder, by the end I had worked up a bit of a sweat and her ass was a very nice cherry red and gotten some nice bruises.”
Jax smiled as Holly adjusted slightly in her seat, leaning closer.  She had been thinking about leather slapping her skin and noticed she had been squirming a little in her chair for a bit.  Now she wondered if he was smiling at her or the memory of the scene.
“I put the tawse down, stepped so I stood behind her ass and knelt down.  Then I took my fingers, claw-like,” he said, mimicking the motion, “and raked them down her ass cheeks, hard down her very sensitive, very red skin.”
He took a moment to relish the moment, and Holly instinctively parted her legs slightly.  She had given up trying to hide the fact that she was biting her lip.
'You know how a cat, when you go to stroke it, will get up on its haunches and arch its back?” Jax asked.
Holly nodded, as nonchalantly as possible, her fingers stroking her arm.
“That's what she did.  I raked my fingernails down her cheeks and she just arched her back like a cat and took it so very well.”
He seemed lost in his memory, as he smiled, “A woman arching her back is never not sexy.”
Holly smiled and blushed.
“It was a wonderful reaction.  I stood back up and grabbed my cane.  I tapped it lightly against her ass a few times, to let her know what I had switched to.  And then I reared back and gave a medium rap.  She lurched a bit, but kept her head down, and wasn't exercising her safe word.  I tapped some more and then gave her another one, slightly harder.  She craned her head a bit, and heard her gasp, so lovely.  She clenched her hands and put her head back down, bearing down for another.  To be honest, at this point, it was hard to keep the smile off my face.”
Holly nodded, very aware of her own heartbeat.  She suddenly shivered, as if shaking off something old, to be replaced by something new.
“I gave her one more, not too much harder than the last and got a real forced exhale and a very nice moan. She bore down for another, but at this point, I stopped.”
“Why?” Holly asked, slightly disappointed.
“She probably could have taken more,  but I'm a firm believer that if it's someone's first time, you shouldn't overdo it.  You don't want to send them running for the hills, you just want to give them a taste, so they come back for more,” he smiled.
“Wow,” she smiled back, “sounds like daddy loves his work”
Jax laughed. “Yes, indeed. But here's the thing.  She knew everything that was going to happen.  The massage, the light spanks, the rubs, the harder spanks, the sensation play, the tawsing and then the cane, she knew it all because we had talked about it.  And she enjoyed it immensely.  Because, I'll admit, pre-negotiation might kill some of the spontaneity,” he leaned in close, ”what it adds is anticipation.  You know its coming and you're just waiting for it to happen.”

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In order to prevent this from becoming too long a blog entry, I will share another yummy excerpt - this time from - "Pretty When You Cry" in a separate post. 

And if you (justifiably) want to start stalking Keith, here's how...

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Tabby Talks To: Morganna Williams

I love my fellow erotica authors. I read their work, I chat to them, I appreciate it when they take the time to read my stories... but most of all I love the way we all support each other.
Today I'm delighted to be able to host the amazing Morganna Williams, who writes hot, sexy books about all my favourite things...and her latest book is storming up the charts. She's here to tell us alll about it! Over to you, Morganna!

Thank you for having me today Tabitha! In my new book: His Girl, His Rules, Glory has been writing about spanking and BDSM for years in her romance novels but has no practical knowledge; so she goes to a local BDSM Club for professional research and to gain a little personal knowledge. Master Gabriel is ready to teach Glory everything she needs to know. 
Let's peep in as things heat up in Master Gabriel’s office:

Glory fidgeted nervously on the couch in Master Gabriel’s office, trying to make her short skirt cover more of her rounded thighs and trying to ignore the man watching her. He was absolutely beautiful with black hair that curled slightly around his ears, sparkling blue eyes set in a strong face with a squared jaw and topped with dimples. He was tall with broad shoulders and was obviously very fit; in a nutshell, she was way out of her league.

She felt her eyes widen in alarm when he sat down next to her a little closer than she was comfortable with. Good night Irene, but the man was hot! Sex on a stick as Jessica would say.

She swallowed as her mouth seemed to completely dry up and her pulse began to pound in her ears. Master Gabriel was like every fantasy man she’d ever dreamed up in one muscular package of alpha-ness.

Glory blinked in alarm when he suddenly snapped his fingers in front of her nose. “Ms. Walters? I’ve been talking to you. Where did you go off to?”

She felt hot color fill her cheeks as she looked over at him. “I’m sorry, Master Gabriel, I was woolgathering.” Glory looked down, embarrassed that she was messing up this interview so badly.

Firm fingers caught her beneath the chin and brought her head up so she had no choice but to meet his steely gaze. “No more woolgathering, young lady. Now, I asked you why you were here.”

“I, umm, needed to do some research for my new novel… and… I… well… umm…”

“I think it’s safe to say since you filled out a membership questionnaire that you have a more personal interest in BDSM than research. Correct?” he asked, pinning her with his knowing eyes.

“Yes,” she said softly, the penetrating eye contact making her feel like he could see straight into her soul.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected her.    

                                   

“What?” Glory blinked, freeing herself from his eyes for a moment.

“You will call me sir while we’re in this room. Understood?” he asked with a brow raised questioningly.

“Yes, sir,” Glory answered.

“Good girl. Now, are you ready to explore your submissive nature this evening?” Once again his blue eyes captured hers, allowing her no escape.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a soft sigh. The normal protest dying on her lips, Glory found she couldn’t deny this compelling man. She wanted to please him.

He smiled at her, his blue eyes suddenly warm as they crinkled at the corners. “Then we will begin. Your safeword for tonight is red.”

Then suddenly his hands were at her waist and he lifted her easily to sit on his lap facing away from him.

Glory gasped, her hands going instinctively to wrap around his wrists.

“Glory, let go of my hands, please,” he said firmly.

She immediately let go. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not used to being picked up.”

“It’s all right, sweetness, but I need your hands out of the way.” His firm hands caught hold of her wrists and lifted them over her head to place them behind his neck. “I want you to hold onto the back of my neck right now. Don’t move them until I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Glory tried not to think about the way the position lifted her breasts up and out. They looked ready to pop out of the top of the bustier.

“Good girl,” he said soothingly and then he brought his hands up under her skirt and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, slowly tugging them down. She lifted her hips slightly as he worked them off then pulled them down her legs.

Her breath came out in a deep shuddering gasp as she watched him tuck them into his pocket before catching her under each thigh and lifting her legs to straddle his. Cool air kissed her hot center when he spread his legs, opening her wide.

Blurb: 

Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.

Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.

Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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So I found myself invited to the Castle...

Turns out Master Marshall wanted to have 'a word' with me for *ahem* disregarding the Castle's privacy standards and writing Sharing Silver. I wasn't the only one. Maggie Ryan, Abbie Adams, Darling Adams and, of course, Castle creator Maren Smith herself also had a turn...

What happened?

Here's an excerpt...

The urge to run—and something that might have been excitement if only she weren’t so unnerved—shivered through her, but when Tabby stood up, her feet took her straight to him. Master Marshall held the door for her, but as she slipped in past him, she froze when she saw Maren. She was standing in a corner between the door and fireplace, her hands were folded behind her head and her bright red butt was on full display. Tabby immediately turned around, but already Marshall had closed the door. He didn’t lock it, but with him standing between her and her only avenue of escape, it may as well have been barred, chained, and with guards posted.

She was trapped.

Without a word, Master Marshall pointed to his desk. Ducking her head, Tabby went. Though he didn’t offer, when Tabby reached the first chair, she sat down. While she still could. She looked at him.

“Name,” he asked, sitting down on the edge of his desk and picking up the next file. “Tell me about yourself.”

Clasping her hands tight in her lap, Tabby cleared her throat. “Tabitha Black, but my friends call me Tabby. I’ve been writing naughty stories about spanking and sex for ten years. Despite several attempts to ‘get a real job’, somehow I always end up back in the adult genre… be it as a glamour model, chat host or, of course, writer of erotica.”

He made a note in her file. That was unnerving. What could he possibly be writing? “And your decision to come to the Castle, what brought that about?”
Desperate to diffuse some of the tension in the room, Tabby made a crack at humor. “Pfft,” she said with a wave of her hand. “That’s a silly question!”
Only his eyes moved when he glanced up from his page and pinned her with another ‘Look’.

“Er…” All attempts at humor melted right out of her. She cleared her throat again. “Sir. It’s simple really: the Castle is my idea of paradise. Naughty, lovely women, gorgeous, dominant men.” She looked at him, a slow flush of heat burning straight up from her belly into her face. She cleared her throat again. “A-also the ability to experience all one’s kinky fantasies in one breathtaking setting.

Oh, and the Wardrobe. Who doesn’t like dressing up?”
“Who doesn’t, indeed.” Rather than complimented, as she’d hoped he might be, Master Marshall became only more stern. “Were you unaware of our privacy standards when you wrote your story?”

Tabby’s fingers fidgeted in her lap. “Well…um…yes. But you see, I’ve been meaning to write a ménage for a long time. When I heard about the resident twins, Master Travis and Master Trevor, I couldn’t resist telling their story. They really are devastatingly handsome, even though I’m not usually attracted to blond men.” Her blush deepened as she cast a quick glance at his own blond head. She cleared her throat yet again. “Well… there are exceptions, of course.”
She tried to laugh it off, but it came out sounding too high-pitched and half-strangled.

“Are you nervous?” Master Marshall asked, his silken tone vaguely mocking. He already knew the answer.

“Nope,” Tabby lied, again too high-pitched and still half-strangled. “A-a-anyway, what I really adore about the brothers is their ability to go from easy-going and funny to predatory and—” He made another note in his file, and it was killing her not to know what he was putting down there. “—and faint-makingly intense in an instant. It’s uncanny. No wonder Silver couldn’t resist them. I defy any woman to maintain a dry gusset once they turn those dark glittering eyes on her.”

“How is your gusset right now?” he countered, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smile.

The heat in her face kicked up so high it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust where she was sitting.

Without waiting for an answer, Master Marshall said, “I’m curious. Were I to allow you access to our Castle, what program do you think you’d be most interested in trying?”

He was going to let her visit the Castle? Seriously? Momentarily forgetting her embarrassment, poor, sniffling Maren in the corner, everything, Tabby jumped at the chance. “All of them! Although I’d probably go to the dungeon first. I’d like to see whether Master Dominick really is as brilliant as he’s rumoured to be—” She stopped, her eyes rounding wide. “Oh, crap, did I say that out loud?”
Master Marshall’s smile both widened and darkened. “Is that who you’d like to be assigned to, little Ms. Tabby?”

Oh, she did not like the way he’d just said her name. She tried to laugh again, but still couldn’t quite manage it. “Oh, I-I don’t know how I’d possibly be able to choose just one – they’re all wonderful in their own way. But as I said in my previous answer… I’m quite a little masochist, so I’d be very interested to spend some… er… quality time with Master Dominick.”

Master Marshall chuckled then and set his file aside. “Is that a fact? Have you any hard limits, or kinks you’ve never experienced but always wanted to?”

“Not really.” Tabby had to work to keep her tone strong and even. Both the direction of the conversation and the way he kept looking at her were working together to turn her into an absolute wreck right there in his chair. “I’ve been very lucky in that I’ve pretty much tried them all—at least, all the ones which interested me. Maybe I’d delve a little deeper into my Little side, if I found the right Daddy. That’s one aspect of BDSM I haven’t explored very much in real life yet.”

“Hm.” Pushing up off his desk, Master Marshall circled around her chair on his way to the open implement cabinet behind her. “Tell me, what are your favorite implements?”

A softly whispered, “Don’t do it,” issued from somewhere behind her.
“No talking from the corner,” Master Marshall said evenly.

Tabby was beyond heeding any kind of warning. Her belly was a mass of warring nerves and anticipation, dread and excitement. “Anything thuddy,” she admitted. “I like thick, heavy floggers and big… er… sticks. I got paddled with a cricket bat once. It was awesome. I also have a particular weakness for knife play; something I discovered I have in common with Silver.”

“Master Dominick will be thrilled to know that. He doesn’t get to play with his knives anywhere near as often as he would like to.”

A clatter of something heavy and wooden being withdrawn from that cabinet made every wildly buzzing nerve ending in Tabby’s body come to a violent stand still. It was a paddle. A big one, long and heavy. Thuddy, her brain helpfully supplied. She melted.

“Stand up.” Coming back to her, Master Marshall didn’t wait for her to comply, but caught the back of her neck in his strong, warm hand and guided her straight out of her chair. “Bend.”

“Wait…” Tabby said, but it was a weak protest even to her ears. She couldn’t believe it. She was in the Castle, bending over Master Marshall’s desk, and he was taking her pants down. He didn’t even ask first, he just did it! Her breath caught, choking her when she felt him hook the elastic edges of her underwear, pulling it right up into the crack of her buttocks, effectively baring them to the cool press of the heavy wooden paddle.

“I assume you’ve read our brochure?” he asked, seeming so calmly reasonable when suddenly everything inside of her was a jumble of hectic anticipation. “In particular, I assume you are aware of my rule regarding submissives not leaving my office unspanked?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her eyes huge and staring straight down at the wide expanse of his desk just inches from the tip of her nose.

“Good. Then, let’s talk.” The paddle stroked the quivering surface of her almost naked bottom, a single circling pass that seemed to cover every spankable inch of her with very little effort. “In particular, let’s talk about your complete lack of respect for our privacy standards.”

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*Gulp*

Want to know what happens next? You can find out for FREE by reading Maren's wonderful novella; "Meeting Marshall" on Amazon or Blushing Books. 

As for me... I'll be writing standing up for a day or two. Yum. 

Coffee, Tea and Me Interview

I was recently given the honour of being interviewed by the great Patty Devlin, author of such fantastic books as Mail Order Switch and Lovely Little Liar.

She asked me some brilliant questions about my books, the writing process and, of course, my personal spanking experiences. You can see the interview on her blog!

In other news, I've almost finished my latest novella, "Little Tudor Rose", and am already trying to decide which sizzling story to tell next...