Friday, 29 November 2013

Welcome erotic romance author, Grace Marshall...

 Hi Grace, welcome to my blog! It's great to have you here and to be a part on your tour - let's get started with the probing questions, shall we?? 

1)   What is the best and worse thing you have learned from an editor/agent?

The best thing I’ve learned from an editor is the cleaner my copy is and the more concise my story, the easier it is on everyone. My editor likes me better when I make her job easier, and I want her to like me a lot because it’s good when editors like their authors.

2)   What is your typical day?

I get up at 6:30 and have breakfast with my husband. I catch up on some PR before he leaves for work. On Mondays and Wednesdays I go to the gym. If the weather’s nice I’ll walk in the mornings.

Ideally I write the rest of the day. If I’m editing, that means I’m working on the second draft. If I’m doing the whole thing out loud, that means I’m on the final pass through before I send it out the door. 

Sometimes though, the time has to be spent in PR, writing blog posts, doing social media, making sure my posts, latest work, latest events are being promoted, keeping my websites and fan pages up to date. If I’m preparing for a blog tour for a new release, then there are at least a half a dozen blog posts to write.

When I break for lunch, I read for a while. When I’m pushing a deadline that’s about the only time I get to read.

My husband walks the 40 minutes from his office home, so when I know he’s coming, I start dinner. I’m not a foodie, so it’s simple, but fresh. We don’t do pre-packaged. We eat lots of fruit and veg, much of which we grow ourselves, and we share the cooking on weekends.

After dinner if I’m pushing a deadline, I’ll write until bedtime. If I’m not, we’ll both catch up on a bit of work and then watch a DVD. We go to bed around 11:30.

3)   What do you read while in the midst of a project? Or don’t you?

I have very little time to read when I’m in the midst of a project, but if I can sneak something in, I don’t like to read anything I have to think very hard about, and really, it’s hard to concentrate on anything but what I’m writing when I’m chasing a deadline. I like romance, erotica, good sci fi, fantasy, a good thriller. I like anything that’s a good escapist read.

4)   What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?
It depends how much I liked it. If I love it, I keep it forever so I can read it again and again. If it was good but I don’t love it, I usually try to recycle it at a charity shop. I do most of my reading on my Kindle now, so if I love a book I read on my Kindle, I buy the paperback version. If I don’t then it never gets past its virtual bookshelf.
5)   Are you nervous about friends reading your book?
I was in the beginning. I’m not so much anymore. I no longer ask what they think. That gives them space so that if they didn’t like it, they don’t have to worry about making me feel bad. And if they did, they’ll say anyway. I know that not everyone likes the same thing and I have friends that I wouldn’t even suggest my books to because it just wouldn’t be a good fit.
6)   What things inspire you to write? Location, music, film or even in a book?
Location inspires me a lot. My Lakeland Heatwave paranormal trilogy was inspired by the fabulous times I’ve spent with my husband fell walking in the English Lake District. My Executive Decisions trilogy was inspired by my love of the Northwestern US and of Oregon in particular. I often get inspiration on long walks. I call it walking a story. It’s amazing really how much the imagination can assert itself when I’ve walked long enough to clear my mind of all the stress and struggle of the day. Nature has always inspired me, so a walk is the ideal way to get to the great story ideas. I also get inspired in the vegetable garden.  As I said, my husband and I grow our own vegetables and there’s something about just getting my hands in the earth that I find opens me up to all kinds of story possibilities.
7)   Share your blurb or short excerpt from your latest release with us

Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?


Outside someone shouted, ‘Hastings, check the crappers.’

Before Harris knew what hit him, Stacie pulled him into the cubicle at the other end of the row and locked the door behind him talking in a fast whisper. ‘Sorry about this. Not very professional, I know, but I promised to do my best to keep us out of jail, and I’m thinking groping in the ladies’ room’s not what this raid’s all about.’ The words were barely out of her mouth before she launched herself at him lips first. Damn it; he wanted to be mad at her. They were about to go to jail, for fuck sake! But instead of giving her a piece of his mind, he kissed her right back, hard, and felt her yield and open, and his tongue was in heaven sparing with hers, tasting, testing, thrusting. He found himself hoping that the inevitable arrest would wait until after he got his fill of Stacie Emerson, and that could take a while. She felt way better than she had even in his fantasies, and when his badly-behaving hands moved down to cup her magnificent bottom and pull her closer, she returned the favor and gave his ass a good grope. As though that gave him permission to explore, he slid anxious fingers inside her trousers wriggling down past a miniscule thong to cup an impossibly soft, impossibly firm buttock that gave a muscular clench in his hand, forcing her hips forward until she couldn’t possibly miss the press of his appreciative hard-on straining his jeans to get closer to her.

In the hall the noise got louder and the door burst open.

She had just managed a good firm stroke to the front of his trousers that had his full attention and then some, when a heavy-handed knock on the door caused her to yelp, and he nearly fell back onto the commode.

‘All right, you two, tuck it in, and come on out.’

8)   What’s next for you?

Right now I’m writing another K D Grace novel called Fulfilling the Contract, which is the sequel to my novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly.  I’m having a great time with it. It’s set in Vegas which is a city I fell in love with when I was there for a writer’s convention several years ago. It’s about as untypical a place for me to fall for as possible, and yet I adore it, and I’ve loved writing a novel set there, especially when it continues the fun romp of The Mount that began in Holly. It’s scheduled for release in February.

Finish with details of where readers can find you – website, Facebook, Twitter etc
Available from:

Author bio:
Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.

Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. All three novels are available now.

Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace, writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.

Find Grace here:



Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Welcome UK erotic romance writer, Zara Stoneley….

Hi Rachel,
Thank you so much for having me as your guest today J
I really loved writing this book, mainly because of James! Last November my second novel, ‘Riding High’ was released and James was one of the secondary characters in it.  Although he only had a minor (but sexy) part to play, he was a big hit – lots of people got in touch asking when he was going to get his own story.
Although I’d not intended having a linked book, I couldn’t help it. James is dark, brooding and enigmatic, and obviously his story had to be told. So, thank you to all those readers who got in touch!
I obviously knew all about James, the pain in his past, the hurt that had made him switch off emotionally, and I knew it would take a very special kind of girl to get him to open up. Kezia is just that! I won’t say too much, but she’s the perfect antidote – a free-spirit, she’s been hurt but she’s fighting back, and she’s as open and giving as James is controlled.
A brief word of warning – this book isn’t about BDSM, the one thing James has shut out of his life for ever. But it is about sensual surrender, letting go and giving in… I will let you read on to discover the rest!

Media Kit for Blog Tour of Summer of Surrender

By Zara Stoneley

November 25 – December 9

Book Promotions by Literary Nook

SUMMER OF SURRENDER an erotic romance by Zara Stoneley. Published by HarperImpulse a division of Harper Collins Publisher.

Sex is the only thing they have in common. Total surrender the name of the game.

James had it all. Good education. City job and a wife he would have been willing to die for. Their motto had been work hard, play hard, but she’d pushed the boundaries too far and he’d walked. Became the man he felt he needed to be. Detached. In control.

Free spirit Kezia lives each day at a time; sharing, loving and giving are unconditional. And sex is part of the sharing.

When fate leaves James and Kezia trapped together for the summer, her openness is an invitation he just can’t resist. The attraction is instant, the sex all-consuming. And as their fantasies become reality, James begins to realise that willing surrender is a far different pleasure to forced submission… 



He bent his head and kissed her. Just one light kiss on those cute rosebud lips, and it drenched his senses with her smell and her need. He didn’t mean to do it. He shouldn’t have done it. But there was something in her, and James didn’t know what the hell it was, but it had just dragged him right in where he didn’t want to go.
He’d not had a sweet kiss for a long time. Not since Chloe had gone. And he hadn’t intended on doing it again.
She eased her grip on the fork just like he knew she would, half turned in his arms, stared at him with need, and moved her hands up to his chest.
Fuck. He let go of the pitchfork like it was molten metal and took a step back. Why the hell had he done that? He hadn’t exactly banned kisses from his life, when he moved out here, but he’d firmly limited them. The platonic kiss on the cheek and the passionate kiss during sex. He liked the taste of a woman just before she came, her kiss told him far more than her words ever did.
This was neither.
She was still in the same spot, swaying slightly, a quizzical expression on the face that had been clear.
‘That didn’t happen. I’ll get another fork.’
‘Sure.’ Her tone was light, but more confused than hurt.
There was a fork across the yard, but he didn’t pick it up. He gritted his teeth and walked to the bottom of the row of stables, took a breath and wondered why the hell he had a raging hard on and why the hell he’d let himself touch her. More than that, kiss her.
It was that look of innocence probably, a look he found hard to resist. She was a mixture of tease and doubt, of the unconventional and a need to fit the norm. But he wasn’t here to reassure her, to teach her. He picked up the heaviest pitchfork he could see and strode back, wielding it like a weapon. A harder workout might help. This girl was not staying round, she was going before they’d got to the end of the day if he had anything to do with it.

I’ve been writing stories for just about as long as I’ve been reading them – it’s rumoured that I’m related to Elizabeth Gaskell, so maybe it’s in the genes!

I live in a country cottage in the UK with a naughty mouse catching, curtain climbing cat, my wonderful guitar playing, video making, Minecraft mad teenage son and a wine drinking, sun loving, master chef in the making, sexy alpha hero.

I love my family, sexy high heels, sunshine, wine, good food, cats, horses, dogs, music, coffee, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order! And I like my heroes just how I like my coffee – hot, strong and moreish.

You can find more about me, and all my contact details at Please stop by – I love to meet new people.

Twitter - @zarastoneley (
Amazon author page –

Tour wide giveaway of a $10 Amazon Gift Card and 1 ebook copy from Zara Stonely’s backlist

Rafflecopter Code:


Monday, 25 November 2013

Welcome multi-published erotic romance author, Shoshanna Evers...

The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy
by Shoshanna Evers



Book One in the heart-pounding Pulse Trilogy—a gripping erotic romance set in post-apocalyptic New York City one year after an electromagnetic pulse destroys America’s power grid. "Intense, exciting, and sizzlingly sexy—a perfect post-apocalyptic romance!" (Heather Thurmeier, bestselling author of Escape to My Arms and Stuck on You)

Emily Rosen lives in a military camp at Grand Central Station, where women sell their bodies to soldiers for extra rations. When she discovers a dark secret—that America is rebuilding outside of New York City, and everything the city’s refugees have been told is a lie—she escapes, the soldiers hot on her heels…

But Christopher Mason, a convict who broke out of prison after the Pulse, finds Emily first. Although he’s survived this long on the streets by looking out only for himself, Emily is beautiful, alluring, and impossible to leave behind.

Now Emily must convince this intimidating, magnetic stranger to be her guide as they journey out of New York and into the unknown. She’ll barter with her body, but sex with Mason can never be currency—it’s pure passion, and everything she desires. Despite the crumbling world around them, can Emily and Mason discover true love blooming in the darkest of places?


Excerpt from The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy by Shoshanna Evers
Copyright Shoshanna Evers 2013 Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, All Rights Reserved.

“Look at me,” Emily said soothingly. “I need to see your pupils.”

She peered into his eyes. In a perfect world, she’d shine a flashlight in them, but there were no flashlights. The only light she had now streamed in through the dirty glass panes of the windows.

Man, he was good-looking. Too good-looking. And large.

Mason leaned forward on the cot and grabbed her wrists. “It’s you,” he said groggily.

 “I’m Emily, I’m taking care of you,” she said gently. “I’m going to clean your wound. It may hurt.”

“I remember you. I saw you that day, when they picked you up. When you got brought in.”

Emily looked at him in horror. He was from the camp, he had to be. She shrank away from him, feeling her heart race. The washrag hung limply from her hand.

Focus, don’t be blinded by fear.

“I remember you. When they took you away, it was me, hiding behind the cab,” Mason said, staring intently into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She remembered him now, the man who held his finger to his lips. At the time she had assumed he was hiding from the soldiers, just like she had been.

Like she was now.

“You—you’re not one of them?” she asked, hating how weak and scared she sounded.

“No. I’ve got my reasons to hide from the law. Like you, I imagine.”

She laughed, a dry barking sound. “Not like my reason.”

Quickly, she quieted herself. The less he knew about her hidden radio, the safer for both of them.

“Are you . . . Why are you hiding, Mason?” She had to know, as much as she didn’t want to. He was the only man around she could possibly trust—if he truly had nothing to do with the soldiers.

As much as she wanted to make it on her own, it didn’t hurt to know who her friends were—and her enemies.

Suddenly, he looked at her suspiciously. “I should never have told you my name.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily whispered. “I saw the tattoo, on your arm. I thought maybe you had been in prison.”

“Do you know what they do to prisoners now, Emily?”

Emily looked at him and cocked her head. “My understanding is they let all the petty criminals go. The ones who were murderers, rapists, pedophiles and psychos they . . . they shot them. Killed them all so they wouldn’t take up valuable resources.”

“They kill prisoners, huh?” Mason said, staring at her intently, holding her wrists. “So what makes you think I want you spreading rumors about me being in prison?”

“I won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”

He dropped his hands then, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. “There’re no computers to track me. No fingerprint files. I’m a blank slate now, and I intend to start over.”

“What did you do?” she whispered.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “And that’s all you need to know. Understand?”

“Okay,” she said softly, and picked up the rag to finish cleaning his wound, grateful to have a task to keep her focused. He wouldn’t need stitches, but she’d have to check him every fifteen minutes or so for a while to make sure he wasn’t suffering from a brain injury.

Not that she could do anything for him if he was. If his head injury was truly serious, then he would just go to sleep and die. She wasn’t about to do brain surgery. She couldn’t even if she knew how.

His T-shirt was saturated with blood—scalps tend to bleed a lot. “Can you . . . take off your shirt?” she asked tentatively.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said. His face looked flushed, a deep pink coloring his previously pale cheeks. “I’m not—I don’t expect you to—”

She took a step back. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just—your shirt is ruined. Bloody. I can wash it.”

He turned his face from her for a moment as if trying to compose himself.

“Where you gonna wash it?” he asked as he pulled the filthy shirt over his shoulders.

She glimpsed tight abdominal muscles and an incredibly large, smooth chest before the shirt came completely off . He had a sprinkling of crinkly dark hair leading down around his navel, trailing into the waistband of his cargo pants.

Emily sighed. “I don’t know. But I bet one of the shirts I took with me from Grand Central will fit. Might be a bit tight,” she acknowledged as she ruffled through a worn backpack. “Here.”

It was definitely too small, outlining all of his muscles in stark relief.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora's Cave Publishing.

The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.

Her BDSM erotic romance The Enslaved Trilogy released in April 2013 from Simon & Schuster's Pocket Star imprint, followed by the Pulse Trilogy, a post-apocalyptic dystopian erotic romance releasing November 2013.

Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Northern Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.

Sexily *Evers* After...


Shoshanna will be awarding a $50 gift card for either Amazon or B&N to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Mia Downing...

Hi, I’m Mia Downing, and I want to thank Rachel Leigh for having me today!

With the release of Spy Games: Endgame to all retailers, I’ve been taking questions from my fans and putting them into blog posts. The question for this post was, “I was glad I got to see Jake Anderson again. How do you balance that, given his backstory with both characters?”

The answer is…carefully.

Secret agent Jake Anderson is the star of Spy Games: Lethal Limits (book 2) and he also had a major part in the first book and the novella as well. Jake is a loveable stage hog, so it was important to balance him enough to let readers see how he’s doing—my #1 stalker fan is Team Jake, so she appreciated that—and to let the new characters—Aaron and Charlotte—own the spotlight.

Jake is important to Aaron and Charlotte’s relationship. Aaron is his baby brother and Jake has been worried about him for years. He knows Aaron isn’t adjusting to life after leaving the seminary. He also knows Charlotte, his partner and sister equivalent, is too focused on her endgame. She’s trained for years to take down the bad guys who ruined her life and has forgotten she’s a loveable, desirable woman in the quest for revenge. Jake loves them both and wants them to both live a little. So unfortunately, a reformed man whore is going to think sex is the answer.

So, when his wedding came along, he made Charlotte dance with Aaron. He never envisioned that would get the ball rolling. In fact, I think that boulder is racing down the hill and about to crash into everything…


The Set up: Jake and Aaron are in the kitchen after Aaron is rescued from his botched kidnapping attempt. Charlotte, Aaron’s new body guard, is eavesdropping on the couch, pretending to be asleep. She’s about to learn a whole bunch of things from listening in…

An excerpt from Spy Games: Endgame

“So, Aaron, what am I going to do with you?” Jake asked. “You weren’t much trouble as a kid, but you’re sure as hell dishing it out now. You don’t want to go to Texas, you’re being nasty. Hell, I find out you kissed Char at my wedding, on top of screwing Celia. Capital T, trouble.”

“It’s not just me, you know. She kissed me, too,” Aaron murmured. Again, so soft, she almost missed it, but her ears flamed hot.

Fabric rustled— Jake must have glanced over at her. “She did? Her.” The surprise in his voice would have been comical if she had come with less emotional baggage and less of a career path.

“Yeah,” Aaron said. “She was laughing because I was trussed up like a Christmas goose and how she loves Christmas, and when she took off the hood, she… I don’t know. It was intense electricity all over again. I didn’t know that sort of shit existed.”

“She kissed you? Charlotte?”

“Don’t make it sound like such a chore.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t. You are an Anderson.” Jake sounded so smug she wished she could hit him. She hated that smug tone.

The bottle cap clinked again, spinning. “Does she do that?” Aaron asked. “Kiss the men she’s releasing from captivity?”

“No. That’s not like her. She probably wanted to yank your chain. That’s her— she’s a ball buster and a trash talker. But kissing you… no.”

“It was good, though.” Aaron sounded wistful as poker chips clinked. “Kissing her made me forget just how much my life sucks.”

“Your life doesn’t suck. You’re Aaron James. You have a film releasing Wednesday and another in the wings.” Jake set down his glass way too hard and the ice tinkled against the sides of the glass.

“Yep, and I should be grateful for all of that, but I’m not. It’s what my life is, but it’s not what I want. My life sucks.”

“What do you want, then?”

“Her, for starters. She’s haunted me since the wedding, and now here she is, in my house. I  just…” He gulped. “I fucked Celia because I couldn’t get her out of my mind. That’s crazy, because I only danced with her once. I kissed her once, but I want more.”

Charlotte blinked, stunned.

“Jesus, no.” Jake sucked in a breath. “Oh, hell, no. Don’t pursue this.”

“Hell, yeah.”

Charlotte fought to breathe. Aaron wanted her. She knew that— she’d felt how aroused he’d been when she kissed him. But the words uttered from those fine lips made her feel giddy. Girly. Nothing cold, hard, and mean at all. Not good. So not good. She needed to be on a plane. Now, before it was too late.

“Chase is going to have a cow,” Jake muttered. “She has way more baggage than you do. Tons more. And as much as I had hoped you’d make a connection at my wedding… no. This can’t happen. Not now.”

“You realize asking me to leave her alone makes the whole thing more tempting, don’t you? Don’t fuck with me,” Aaron said so softly, almost dangerous in tone. It made her want him even more.


Buy Links for Spy Games: Endgame

(The Wild Rose Press erotic catalog)


If you haven’t started the series yet, then start with Spy Games: Trained for Seduction (book 1).

Blurb for Spy Games:Trained For Seduction

Book 1 of the Spy Games Series!
Emma Walters didn't choose to be a spy, but when her crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a choice--become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent--undercover and investigating her father at the time--who took her to third base. Emma is already half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he's the devil incarnate. And one doesn't make deals or fall in love with the devil.

If someone had told Chase he'd fall in love with a certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead, sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of seduction for her first--and possibly last--mission, he's scared witless. Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man.

Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in--and out--of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.

This book is an erotic romance. It contains graphic language, explicit, smokin' hot sex, menage, lots of juicy conflict, some suspense, a dark and dangerous spy boss and a spunky bombshell heroine.

Trained For Seduction is available in e-book or print


About Mia Downing…
Mia Downing started creating heroes at age four, but her heroes back then rode ponies to rescue the princess, and only kissed her on the cheek. Today, Mia's heroes still rescue those in need, but the price of their toys and the expertise of their seduction leads to a lot more than a peck on the cheek. When Mia isn't busy creating new stories for her readers she fills in as an underwear model for a prestigious lingerie company. She also lives in New England with her family, and enjoys horses and knitting.
Fun facts: Mia can juggle (poorly,) create balloon animals and face paint. She was the hit entertainment of two family parties. No clown suits were involved.

Connect with Mia on the Web!

Mia would love to chat! Post your comments and questions :)

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Welcome BDSM author, Normandie Alleman...

Daddy Morebucks Blurb:

She’ll go from the streets to the penthouse.
The price? Submission.

From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.

After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back
into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.

Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?


They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.
“Do you care for any wine?” he asked.
Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.
“No, Sir,” he corrected her.
She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.
“Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”
“I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.”
He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.
“Would you like dessert?”
“Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”
He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”
“Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”
He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.
Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”
Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.
Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.
“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.
“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”
“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”
Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”
“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”
Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.
Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.
“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.
“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.
“Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.
She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.
“Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.
More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.
He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.
She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.
“You’re welcome,” he said quietly.
His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’ She carried lube for that reason.
When he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so slick and welcoming.
“You must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”

Buy Links:
Barnes & Noble:
Also, Chapter One is available FREE here: 

 GIVEAWAY: Kindle Paperwhite and eBook from backlist

Author Bio -

A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. “I’m interested in the kind of relationships people have in real life. So I write about my characters’ messy, unpredictable, and inexplicable journeys to love.”
If there were another 5 hours in the day, Normandie would spend more time needle-pointing and playing with photography. Instead, she’s a Pinterest and Twitter addict who loves sports and the color pink. She lives on a farm with her husband, a passel of children, and a pet pig who’s crazy for red bull.

Follow her on:
Twitter at @NormandieA  -