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Taming Tori — Extended Excerpt

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He’s prepared to tame her using painful and humiliating discipline.

The kiss was urgent, insistent. It demanded as much as it gave, and she couldn’t help but respond. Her mouth opened of its own accord, accepting his exploration of her tongue, dancing in a rhythm they created.

His chest pressed against hers, causing her aching breasts to flatten. His body was hard, and she felt as soft as dough, molding herself to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her, wanting for the kiss to last forever. His lips traveled south, along her neck to her shoulder, bringing every bit of her flesh to life.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes with what appeared to be a question of whether she wanted him to continue.

She smiled at him. “I assure you, I want you to kiss me. You may continue.”

His lips twitched. “I may continue, huh?”

“Yes. Have you ever kissed a woman as comely as me?”

“No, certainly not.”

Her smile broadened, satisfied that she was the best woman he’d ever had in his arms. But when he made no move to continue the kiss, and instead only drew her head to rest on his shoulder, lust bordering on desperation coursed through her. The thought of not having his lips against hers made her nearly frantic.

It was without much thought that she turned her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He didn’t flinch. But for hearing a sharp intake of air, she wouldn’t have known he felt the bite at all. His hand traveled from her back to the nape of her neck. Threading his fingers through her loose hair, he wound it into his grip and tugged her head back. Her neck was exposed, like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

His voice was a growl. “Do you want to be punished, princess? Is that why you bit me?”

“N-no.” A pause to think. “Maybe. All I know is I don’t want you to stop kissing me. I want to forget that I’m a proper lady.” She hardly recognized her own voice. It was high and pleading, as though she begged for her life.

“I told you at the restaurant that you wouldn’t like what would happen if you bit me. Didn’t I?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she whimpered. His words only served to excite her more. A realization about herself hit her like a punch to the gut. All her life, she had hoped for a moment like this. Her rude comments, her goading, her sarcasm—all she’d done in hopes that a strong man would notice and respond. Up to that point, men had been repelled by it, her beauty not strong enough to offset her goading. But Frank was prepared to actually punish her, and she realized she infinitely preferred that to being dismissed and ignored.

He released her hair and took a step back. The sudden loss of his body’s heat seemed in and of itself a punishment. “Walk to the front of the classroom,” he told her.

On wobbling legs, Victoria obeyed, sensing that he was right behind her. She scanned the room for a dunce hat and chair, thinking he might humiliate her that way as punishment, but instead he told her to go stand in the corner.

“Touch the corner with your nose and wait for instructions.”

She could hardly believe she was obeying. She had never in her life been subjected to punishment. She’d only been indulged, and to have a man disciplining her at the age of nineteen made her feel a strange mixture of remorse and arousal.

It seemed like ages that she waited there in the corner, longing to hear his voice in the silence and to feel his touch.

She couldn’t have predicted what he’d finally say. “Take off your drawers.” His casual tone indicated he expected to be obeyed, despite how outlandish the request seemed to her.

She hesitated, and he spoke again, his voice even deeper. “Do it now, princess. Delay and your punishment will be worse.”

Her hands fumbled under her skirts, finding their way to the ties. Though he ordered her in a tone that brooked no argument, she knew that if she refused to comply and instead strode out the door, he would do nothing to stop her. But she wanted to be punished, and he knew it. Otherwise, why would she have bitten him?

Her acceptance of punishment didn’t make it easier to bear. Her face flamed, and she was grateful to be facing the walls of the corner as she wrestled her drawers down her legs and out from under her feet.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbled, from directly behind her.

For a reason she could not understand, his small praise caused her eyes to sting with unshed tears. He didn’t speak again for some time. She waited there in silence, holding her drawers in her hand, studying the chinking between the logs of the wall. The stretch of time allowed her to come to terms with what was happening, and at the same time added to the anticipation. The air of the room felt electrified. Though she felt uncommonly warm, gooseflesh appeared over her arms, and her breathing grew ragged.

His voice was deep with authority when he spoke again. “Turn around, hand your drawers to me, and open your mouth.”

As though being controlled by some force not her own, she pivoted and met his eyes. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to hand him her drawers and open her mouth like a fish gasping for air on land? He raised an eyebrow, telling her without speaking that he was indeed serious, and something in his expression told her she would be unwise to question him.

She thought about refusing. He was not forcing her to do anything. But inexplicably, her desire to submit to him was even stronger than her humiliation. She handed him her drawers.

“Thank you, princess,” he said, taking them from her. She had just sewed the drawers with great care a fortnight ago, adding a silk bow as embellishment, hoping but not guessing that a man would set eyes on them so soon.

“Naughty young ladies who bite don’t get the privilege of wearing underclothes. Your bottom must be bare for me when I spank it,” he said. He lifted his hand and traced his thumb along her cheek.

“Oh,” she whimpered. Humiliation washed over her, and at the same time excitement over the prospect of getting spanked by the cowboy schoolmaster caused her stomach to flutter. The skirts of her lace petticoat brushed her bare bottom, making her feel as if she were already naked, though she was still covered from head to toe.

“I believe I told you to open your mouth,” he said.

She parted her lips, in more of a gasp than in obedience.

“Wider,” he growled.

She did as he asked, feeling ridiculous and exposed. She much preferred for her mouth to be open when his was against it, not gaping alone while being observed.

He stuffed her drawers into her mouth, and she tasted her own essence the moment the fabric met her tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at him. She wondered if he had felt how damp with need her drawers were when he held them. Did he know that from his very first order, he had aroused her to the point of moistening her own clothing?

“Do you like having your mouth stuffed, princess?” Frank asked.

Her eyes closed, she gave a quick shake of her head. No, she did not like it, and it took all her restraint to keep from spitting the material out of her mouth.

“Good. You’re not supposed to. Can’t bite so easily now, can you? Your gag will also stifle your cries as I spank your naughty bare bottom.”

Her eyes flew open. Now that it was about to happen, she did not want the spanking. She wanted to tell him that she’d been punished enough, simply by being forced to taste her own arousal, but she couldn’t speak.

He must have seen the sudden distress in her eyes, for his own eyes softened, and he cupped her chin. “You’ve accepted your punishment well so far. Can you be brave and accept the rest?”

His kind voice put her at ease, somehow. He was punishing her, but he was not going to harm her. A calm washed over her. She wanted to please him, to show him that she could accept punishment, and she nodded at him.

“Brave girl,” he said, offering her a small smile. He took her hand in his and led her to his desk. Gently, he pressed her forward until her chest touched the flat wood.

As he lifted her first skirt, the green linen fabric of her dress, he said, “I’m going to spank you five times with the ruler.”

She spotted the implement next to her. It was the standard twelve inches long and made of thick wood. She clenched her bottom at the thought of it meeting her bare flesh.

“After each stroke, I will pause and wait for you to pat the desk with your left hand, indicating that you are ready for me to continue. Pat the desk now so that I can see you understand.”

She obeyed, patting the desk.

“If you feel you can’t take anymore, pat the desk with your right hand and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded and made a sound of agreement through her gag as he lifted her second skirt, the first of two petticoats. When he removed the final layer, air kissed her bare bottom, and she shivered as she marveled at her position, bent over a desk by her handsome, damaged beau who was keen to teach her a lesson. No man had ever seen her in such a state of undress. How many times had she removed her clothing and peered into a mirror to admire her body, which in her opinion was lovelier than most of the ladies she’d assisted with dressing?

Until this moment, she’d always felt so unseen. When she’d imagined herself being viewed and touched by a man for the first time, it was not like this, and yet it seemed perfectly fitting. She had behaved badly for some time. She had been jealous and vain and miserly. Her behavior had gone unchecked, and a deep loneliness had set in. Bent over the desk, her loneliness was gone, replaced by apprehension and a longing to be loved and accepted.

Frank couldn’t have known this, could he? As far as he was concerned, she was being punished simply for biting him, but it felt like so much more. It felt like he had stripped away the layers of her soul as well as her clothing.

When the first stroke of the ruler met her buttocks, she was not prepared for the sting. She cried out from behind her gag and straightened fully.

“No, I won’t have that.” Frank firmly pressed her back into position. “You stand up like that again and I’ll add another stroke.” Once she was bent over again, he landed a light, reprimanding spank with his palm, a gesture that caused her embarrassment and arousal to double. Being whipped with an implement was one thing. To be spanked by the palm of his hand added an unexpected intimacy that made her want to simultaneously disappear into the ground and throw herself into his arms.

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Taming Tori is LIVE on Amazon

Hello, reader! This is my favorite kind of blog post to write–one where I get to announce that a brand new book of mine is live on Amazon. No more waiting. It’s time to pour a glass of wine (or cup of coffee, depending on the time), lean back in your favorite chair, and journey back to the old west. There you’ll follow an alpha cowboy and feisty seamstress on a wild ride of love and adventure. Steamy interludes, discipline and erotic spankings, and a heartwarming HEA guaranteed.

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He’s prepared to tame her using painful and humiliating discipline.

Fearless, tough-as-nails cowboy Frank Bassett gets thrown from a bucking bronco and injures his leg, leaving him with a severe limp. Not to be defeated, he moves to a new town with plans for a slower-paced life. There he meets a woman more defiant and standoffish than the wildest mustang, and he reckons he’s got one more filly to tame before tossing his Stetson aside.

Local beauty Victoria Davis longs for a worthy gentleman to court her. Instead, a crippled cowboy limps into her shop and scolds her for being rude. Though outraged, she’s also intrigued by the submissive feelings he inspires in her.

Victoria learns that Frank is as kind and generous as he is tough, and love blooms. But when a stroke of misfortune once again befalls the cowboy, their feelings for each other are tested. Was Frank’s quest to tame Tori a foolish venture, or will it pave a path to healing for them both?

Reviewers are raving!

Fans of historical romances will find themselves captivated by this sizzling story of starting over as two unlikely people find a connection that changes them irrevocably. -Jodi, Goodreads Reviewer

Whew! Frank and Tori are hot stuff! If you’re a fan of domestic discipline in your romances, you won’t find anyone who writes them better. -Viper, Goodreads Reviewer

Lively characters, witty dialogue, and just enough dominance and submission to make it real. -Redrabbitt, Amazon Top 500 Reviewer

Steamy, emotional and dramatic. Filled with tension, sharp banter and flying sparks. -Aunt G, Amazon Top 500 Reviewer, Vine Voice

Gripping western with a fascinating storyline containing hot sensual sex and spanking scenes. -Drifter, Amazon Reviewer

HOT chemistry between Frank and Tori that kept me turning the pages until the very end! -Pat, Goodreads Reviewer

This beautifully written book made me laugh, cry, and then smile at its satisfying ending. Let it fill your heart too. -Libby Campbell, Author

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He knelt on his knees in front of her and spread her legs apart wide. His face was level with her naked, dripping cunny, while the skirts of her petticoats circled her legs as though framing her jewels for display.

Frank took hold of her hips and dragged her forward until her smarting bottom was perched right at the edge of the chair and his mouth connected with her pussy.

She cried out, shocked by the onslaught of embarrassment and pleasure she experienced as his tongue swirled in and around her womanhood and his beard and mustache tickled her sensitized flesh. When she thought she could not handle any more intensity, his tongue suddenly flicked against her nub. “Oh, Frank! I cannot bear it!” she cried.

Her words only seemed to spur him on, for he did not stop. He languorously applied his ministrations to every inch of her pussy. When he stroked inside of her with his tongue, she found herself simultaneously wanting to shove his face tighter to her to make it continue and arch away to save herself from further torture.

Frank did not give her any choice in the matter. Just as he’d trapped her over his lap to endure punishment, his hands held tight to her hips, keeping her in place as he attended to her. “This pussy is mine,” he said, his hot breath brushing her folds. “Make no mistake, I’m yours and you’re mine, princess. Understand?”

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Straddling his knee during a spanking

Enough to make both sets of cheeks blush, don’t you think?

In my last blog post, I posed the question, Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance?, and provided an excerpt from my upcoming book. Your responses were overwhelmingly “YES!” with some exceptions. That tells me a few things: 1) I’m not alone in my taste for this particular kink; 2) The right people are subscribed to my blog; and 3) You’re going to like my new book.

Following is another spanking excerpt from Taming Tori, which comes out on July 17. It will be available in Kindle Unlimited upon its release, or you can pre-order it now.

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“Are you ready for the lecture, or should I continue the spanking?” he asked.

“Spanking,” she said bravely.

“Very well.” He hauled her forward over his leg. “Here, spread your legs a little. Just like that, yes.” With gentle maneuvering that was markedly different from his punishing hand, he guided her thighs apart and positioned them over his leg. Her bare pussy felt every ripple of material pressed against it. His trousers made of wool lightly scraped her sensitive lower lips and clitoris. To her horror, her belly tightened with unmistakable arousal, and her legs quivered. She wondered if this sexual humiliation was part of the punishment. Why else would he press her bare womanhood against his muscled leg and spread her legs so obscenely. No doubt he could see every bit of her private parts. She couldn’t find any words to protest, and wasn’t sure if she would want to protest even if she could.

Cool wood tapped against her bottom. It was so unexpected that she arched her back and gasped.

“I told you to relax,” he said, and pressed her shoulders gently so that she was loose again. “You knew you’d be punished with your hairbrush. I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt. You’ll learn an important lesson from it, and that’s not to delay punishment in the future.”

“I thought you were going to spank, not lecture,” she hissed as her heartbeat quickened. Fear had the effect of making her snippy.

He no doubt understood that she was reacting from fear because he did not respond to her statement. Instead, he responded by comforting her. “It will be over soon, and I would never cause you any harm, just a little well-deserved pain.”

She relaxed upon hearing his words, mostly because it was comforting to know he understood that her snippy remark was born of fear. Frank always seemed to understand her, which was why, she supposed, that she was willing to submit to something as embarrassing as a bare-bottomed spanking while straddled over his knee.

“Six with the hairbrush,” he declared, before bringing it down smartly across the fleshiest part of her left cheek. She let out a high-pitched yell. The pain was sharp and searing, as though he’d placed a branding iron on her flesh. Before she could recover, he branded her right cheek the same way.

“Oh, my god!” she cried. “That’s awful, it hurts like the devil.”

“Four more,” he said blandly.

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Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance? 🔥

For me, there’s a fine line between hot and cringey. I write kink, mostly spankings, so there’s always an element of embarrassment present when a naughty lady drapes her naked ass over the knee of her firm-handed lover. But humiliation takes it a little deeper. It usually involves anal play and dirty talk like, “Look how wet you are after your spanking, you filthy bad girl.”

My latest book, Taming Tori, contains some sexual humiliation in addition to the usual embarrassment from spanking. Read the excerpt below and let me know what you think. Do you like the humiliation aspect, or does it make you cringe?

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When the first stroke of the ruler met her naked bottom, she was not prepared for the sting. She cried out from behind her gag and straightened fully.

“No, I won’t have that.” Frank firmly pressed her back into position over the desk. “You stand up like that again and I’ll add another stroke.” Once she was bent over again, he landed a light, reprimanding spank with his palm, a gesture that caused her embarrassment and arousal to double. Being whipped with an implement was one thing. To be spanked by the palm of his hand added an unexpected intimacy that made her want to simultaneously disappear into the ground and throw herself into his arms.

“Pat the desk when you’re ready for your next stroke, princess.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and gathered her courage. As soon as she patted the desk, the ruler struck her bottom again, this time in the tender spot where her bottom met her thighs.

She managed to stay in position, but she squealed and her hands flew back of their own accord to protect and clutch her cheeks.

His hands took hold of her wrists and pried them away from her tender cheeks. “Bad girl! My hands are the only hands allowed to touch your bottom right now. This is my ass at the moment.” To demonstrate his point, he squeezed each cheek firmly. “Do you understand me, young lady? Nod if you do.”

The impertinence of the man suddenly struck her. Frustrated by being unable to tell him so due to the gag, she stamped her foot. Immediately she regretted her decision. She could feel her naked cheeks jiggling from her action, and she could only imagine what he was seeing. To remedy the situation, she nodded vigorously and patted her left hand on the desk, determined to bear the next stroke without incident.

He didn’t immediately whip her. Victoria thought he might be rethinking the punishment, but then it came, the hardest stroke yet. She screamed behind her gag and danced on her feet, but she did not stand or reach her hands back.

It hurt. It really hurt, but that was not the only reason tears filled her eyes. She was naked from the waist down and bent over a desk, enduring punishment from a man she wanted to please, and the humiliation was overwhelming.

Frank’s voice was stern, determined. “You’ve got two more strokes with the ruler. Pat the desk when you’re ready for the next one.”

Anger surged through her. She hadn’t expected the punishment to be so painful; otherwise, she might not have agreed to it in the first place. She formed her hand into a fist and pounded on the desk.

The next stroke did not come, and tense silence hovered in the air. She dared to hope that he would end the punishment, but she should have known better.

“Hmm,” his voice rumbled. “Rebelling already? My method for taming you doesn’t seem to be working.”

He rubbed her bare bottom—gently, languorously. She relaxed. It felt so very good to be petted. But then his kneading hands spread her cheeks apart, and every muscle in her body tensed.

“Stay still, princess,” he drawled.

Her pussy pulsed. He was looking at her, examining her most private hole and the spot between her legs. He was viewing every furry, slick, tender inch of pink skin. She could not have imagined feeling more exposed and dominated until his finger brushed through her wet folds and traveled up to her puckered rosette. Before she understood what he intended to do, his lubricated finger was lodged fully into her bottom hole.

“Now,” he growled. “Try patting the desk again, princess.” To emphasis his point, he pumped his finger inside of her, stroking her forbidden channel.

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Steamy spanking scene from my new book! 🚿

finding her place2“You have such a hot ass and pretty little pussy, Kayla,” Hudson murmured, stroking her bare bottom gently. “Spread your legs for me a little.”

She moaned as her pussy responded to his words by contracting and likely gushing more of her juices. She felt so vulnerable lying over his lap with her bare bottom in the air and her legs captured together by her own panties around her knees.

Slowly, she obeyed, opening her legs as much as her panties around her knees would allow. Cool air fanned her slick lower lips, and she wondered if Hudson could see how wet she was.

He shifted positions, and when she felt a hot breeze between her legs, she realized he was blowing on her wet center. She turned around and saw that his mouth was very close to her skin. Her entire body jerked, and she squeezed her eyes shut as every nerve in body seemed to spark to life.

“I’m going to touch that sweet pussy of yours,” Hudson said, his voice rough and gravelly. “But first, I must finish punishing your bottom.” He shifted positions again, and the next thing Kayla knew, he was threading his fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck and locking it in a gentle fist. He tugged her head up and tilted it slightly so he could look into her eyes. “What happens to naughty little girls who decide to be nosy?”

If it weren’t for the slight twinkle in his eyes, Kayla would likely have fainted with fear. His voice was so stern, so serious.

“Well?” he prompted, tightening his grip on her hair and giving it a tug. “What happens to naughty little girls?”

“They get spanked?” she answered.

“That’s right,” he said, releasing her hair. He pushed her head down so her nose made contact with his trousers. “They get spanked long and hard over Daddy’s knee. You hold on to my leg tight, young lady, while I paint your bare bottom four shades of red.”

Kayla obeyed, wrapping both hands around his muscular calf. He sounded truly terrifying in his daddy role, she decided.

His hand came down hard on her bare skin. Smack!

She would have jumped off his lap if he weren’t pinning her in place. It hurt, it really hurt, and she knew it was only the beginning. A few seconds later, his hand struck again, this time on the opposite cheek. She was so stunned by the force of the spanks that she couldn’t even make a sound. Instead, she struggled to find her breath. She’d no sooner gasped her first desperate breath than the spanks continued, spaced less than a second apart, with every smack as hard as the previous one.

She hadn’t thought it possible to feel that much pain from a spanking, which had always seemed to her like a mild corrective action. But her bottom felt like it was on fire after less than a minute. Her hands turned into fists and gripped his pant leg for dear life as his hand rained down swat after fiery swat. She felt her bottom cheeks flatten and bounce. The sharp sting merged with a deeper, bruising ache that brought tears of pain to her eyes. She cried out, helpless to control the wails of crescendoing agony, but she didn’t ask him to stop.

The pain of the spanking chased away any remnant of embarrassment. Her legs flailed wildly, no doubt giving Hudson an eyeful of her not-so-private parts. Her panties ended up around her ankles, and she didn’t care one bit. She could think of nothing but the persistent, growing pain focused so totally on her exposed bottom.

She didn’t notice the precise moment when the spanks slowed down, but eventually she realized that the swats, though just as hard, were being delivered several seconds apart. The timing caused her to mind to switch gears. Not only was she anticipating each hard swat, but also the space in between, when the pain would sink in.

There was a moment right after each swat when her mound would be driven hard against Hudson’s thigh and a jolt of arousal would reach her clit. She began to squeeze her legs together, desperate to capture the pleasure and massage it to life. She was dimly aware that her back was arching, causing her bottom to stick out further, practically begging for more swats.

“Fucking gorgeous,” she heard Hudson murmur, while continuing to spank her at the slower pace. “I wish you could see how hot you look right now. Your body is taut and needy and wet. Your ass is cherry red and hot to the touch.”

She loved hearing that from him, and it only helped to put her more at ease in seeking her release. How a spanking so painful could lead to something so pleasurable, she didn’t understand, nor did she care to analyze it in the moment. All other thoughts in her head were gone, with her sole focus being on the heat concentrating between her legs, the arousal coiling in her lower belly, and proof of his aroused cock hard against her side. He wanted her, and that only served to arouse her more.

She wanted him to fuck her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Her inhibitions gone, she said, “Please… fuck me, Hudson.” Her panties now hanging off one ankle, she spread her legs wide, inviting him to bury his manhood deep within her needy core.

The swats stopped. His fingers lightly traced over her burning skin until finally moving to between her legs. She gasped when he touched her lower lips and fondled around her dripping entrance. He let out a growl that sounded feral. “You’re so fucking wet, you bad girl,” he said.

She whimpered, opening her legs wider.

“Let’s get these off you,” he said, reaching for her panties. He relieved her ankle of the material and tossed them aside. His hand stroked up and down her inner thigh, teasing her by changing directions before reaching her pussy.

“I can smell you,” he said, finally clamping his entire hand over her mound and giving it a squeeze that made her gasp. “Such a needy, horny little girl.”

“Oh, God, Hudson,” she moaned.

“I’m not going to fuck you with my cock, by the way,” he said, and lazily slid a finger into her pussy.

“Why the fuck not?” she demanded. “That’s… cruel!”

He chuckled darkly. “I just spanked you until you cried.” He pumped his finger inside of her. “But this… making you wait before you feel my cock inside of you. That’s cruel, huh?”

She growled—actually growled—with frustration like a wild animal. How dare he work her into such a frenzy and then not fuck her?

He slid another finger into her, stretching her by scissoring his fingers within her velvet folds.

She moaned. “You’re mean. I need…”

“I know what you need. And daddies have to be a little mean sometimes. Now, I want to see you writhing over my lap, coming hard for me, like the well-spanked, horny little girl you are, Kayla. You hear me?”

“Yes!”

“Say ‘yes, Daddy,’” he demanded.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she replied, feeling like she was about to burst.

He focused on her clit and thrummed it without mercy until the pleasure that had been building finally exploded. As he had wanted, she came hard, and jerked about on his lap, caring nothing for appearance or decorum.

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Happy New Year!

I hope that 2020 is off to a good start for you. I’ve been busily working on my next book, and it’s been challenging yet enjoyable to write. I won’t say much, since it’s still a few months away from being published, but I will say that if you’ve read my books, the heroine will be familiar to you. She appears as a secondary character in one of my recent novels and is a bonafide villainess. To say she could use some taming by a hard-handed, hard-headed alpha male would be an understatement.

At the moment, you dislike her, but by the time you read this book I’m working on, I think you’ll come to understand her. I love taking a two-dimensional character from one book and developing her into a three-dimensional character in another book, where the reader can discover what makes her tick and even identify with her flaws. And as a reader, I get a kick out of stories like this. In fact, I remember enjoying them even as a child. What comes to mind is Beverly Cleary’s Henry Huggins series. I thought Ramona was a huge pain in the ass when I read about her from Henry’s point of view, but in Beezus and Ramona I identified with her and wanted to cheer her on.

Anyway, that’s what’s currently in the works. I look forward to sharing the rest with you soon!

Paperbacks now available

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Cover reveal for Cowboy Daddies: Two Western Romances

In just two more days the book I wrote with Jane Henry will be released. We’re both excited to share these stories with you. They include two hot, stern cowboy daddies and a couple of feisty ladies who give them a run for their money. Take a look at this cover from Stormy Night Publications! Naughty excerpt included below it.

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“You have a beautiful body, Abigail.”

She peeked up at him through her lashes. His face lacked any sign of humor. “You don’t know that,” she informed him.

Without removing his gaze from her face, he reached out and took hold of the end of the robe’s belt, which was tied into a bow. Before he pulled it loose, he studied her eyes, giving her time to protest. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and stared back into his eyes, mesmerized. A ghost of a smile pulled at his lips, and his eyes warmed as he drew the end of the belt toward him. The two sides of the robe parted, causing a whoosh of air to caress her stomach.

Ever so slowly, he took hold of each lapel and drew the material over her shoulders. Then he dropped the robe to the ground, where it pooled around her naked body. Her flesh heated as his eyes roamed downward, lingering on her breasts before continuing its journey south. His gaze caressed her skin, and heat licked through her body. Her breathing became shallower as she stood accepting his examination of her body, which seemed both intensely sexual and pragmatic.

When his eyes eventually met hers again, they were smoldering. “Now I know,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

She swallowed. “So I guess you don’t just think of me as just a naughty little girl,” she said with a nervous squeak. “I was kind of worried that’s how you saw me.”

“Far from it,” he responded in a growl. “I see you as a beautiful grown woman who needs a daddy.” He picked up the ruler and slapped it once against his palm. “And baby, you’ve found one.” He pointed at the smooth surface of the desk with the ruler. “Bend your beautiful naked body over the desk and present your bottom to Daddy for discipline.”

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Old West Romance

Trapper Jack is ready to growl in your ear

Greetings! I’m excited to announce that the audiobook Claimed by the Mountain Man has been released! If you like tough alpha men, adventure, and lots of steamy spankings and sex, then pop in your earbuds, sit back, and enjoy the ride.

I’ve been told by more than one reader that Trapper Jack is the most intimidating Dom out of all the heroes I’ve written so far, but he does have a soft spot for his naughty Nettie, which you’ll discover if you listen to the story.

Below is the entire first chapter to whet your appetite.

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About Claimed by the Mountain Man

Times are hard in Montana in the mid-1800s, and when Nettie finds herself impoverished, desperate, and alone after the death of her husband, she flees the town of Helena to escape the clutches of the local saloon owner. But living off the land quickly proves much more difficult than she’d hoped, and after days without food she resorts to stealing from Jack Abrams, a gruff mountain man and trapper who lives a secluded, uncomplicated life in the woods.

Jack doesn’t take kindly to being stolen from and when he catches her red-handed, Nettie ends up lying naked over his knee for a long, hard spanking. To her surprise, however, after her punishment Jack offers her food and shelter in return for cooking, cleaning, and doing as she is told. But Nettie is determined to never rely on a man again, and with a belly full of food and renewed determination, she abandons him to take another shot at living in the woods on her own.

Jack knows the headstrong girl won’t survive without his help, especially when she chooses a grizzly’s winter cave as her shelter, and he can’t stand by and idly watch her demise. When his irritation with her foolish pride boils over, he decides it is time to show her how thoroughly a man can dominate a woman silly enough to venture into the woods alone. Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Mountain Man is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Contemporary Romance · Guest Authors · Old West Romance

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About Fetching Charlotte Rose

As soon as she steps off the train into the hot western sun, Charlotte Rose wonders if she has made a mistake. Leaving Boston to take a job as the schoolmarm of the small town of Weston, Arizona had seemed like a good idea, but the man sent to fetch her from the station almost changes her mind. The handsome but uncivilized brute who introduces himself as Max Harrison not only calls Charlotte by her first name, he even demands that she change her outfit.

Her humiliation is complete when, after ignoring his advice to put on something more suitable for the summer weather, she faints from the heat. To her utter shame, Charlotte is forced to endure being undressed down to her underthings to cool down, and worse still, Max warns her in no uncertain terms that any further foolishness will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom. Yet somehow, despite his threat to chastise her in such a barbaric fashion, Charlotte cannot deny that being in Max’s presence sets her heart fluttering like nothing ever has before.

Though she may be the feistiest woman he has ever laid eyes on, Max finds himself longing to see more of Charlotte—much more, in fact—and when he discovers that she feels the same way, he sets about courting her. But Weston is a very different place from Boston, and Max makes it clear to Charlotte that he will do whatever needs doing to keep his girl safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking as often as her behavior warrants it.

Charlotte’s love for Max grows deeper with each passing day, but she cannot help wondering if he sees her as nothing more than a silly girl in need of his constant protection, and matters come to a head when a violent, hateful man with a grudge against Max seeks to disrupt their lives. Will Charlotte’s pride be her undoing, or will she finally get the chance to prove herself to Max?

Publisher’s Note: Fetching Charlotte Rose is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Contemporary Romance · Old West Romance

Touching base!

Hi, everyone! I recently shared some news in my newsletter about what I’m working on, so I’d like to share it here too. First, the audiobook of Claimed by the Mountain Man is in production, and the fabulous Ken Solin will be bringing it to life. I’ve included the first chapter below so you can get an idea of what’s to come.

I’m also working on something brand spankin’ new for me, a modern-day Daddy Dom story. As you may know, so far I’ve only written historical westerns, so this is quite a change. I’m so excited to release this book! An excerpt is included below to whet your appetite.

Both of these projects are anticipated for release in September 2017, so stay tuned. If you haven’t subscribed to my newsletter yet, please do (ameliasmarts.com/newsletter)! That’s the best way to keep informed about my books.

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Claimed by the Mountain Man
Narrated by: Ken Solin

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Anticipated Release: September 2017
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Times are hard in Montana in the mid-1800s, and when Nettie finds herself impoverished, desperate, and alone after the death of her husband, she flees the town of Helena to escape the clutches of the local saloon owner. But living off the land quickly proves much more difficult than she’d hoped, and after days without food she resorts to stealing from Jack Abrams, a gruff mountain man and trapper who lives a secluded, uncomplicated life in the woods.

Jack doesn’t take kindly to being stolen from and when he catches her red-handed, Nettie ends up lying naked over his knee for a long, hard spanking. To her surprise, however, after her punishment Jack offers her food and shelter in return for cooking, cleaning, and doing as she is told. But Nettie is determined to never rely on a man again, and with a belly full of food and renewed determination, she abandons him to take another shot at living in the woods on her own.

Jack knows the headstrong girl won’t survive without his help, especially when she chooses a grizzly’s winter cave as her shelter, and he can’t stand by and idly watch her demise. When his irritation with her foolish pride boils over, he decides it is time to show her how thoroughly a man can dominate a woman silly enough to venture into the woods alone. Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Mountain Man is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt from Daddy Dom WIP

Awkwardly, she splayed the top half of her body over the desk. Her breasts crushed against the cool wood.

“Widen your stance,” he ordered, his voice now clipped and clearly conveying his disciplinary intent.

With a small whimper, she moved her feet farther apart, which exposed her dripping pussy to the warm air and his view.

“How do you think Daddy should punish his naughty little girl for not completing her homework assignment?”

It seemed absurd to ask that question when it was clear exactly what he intended to do. “Two demerits?” she suggested.

She was grateful to hear him chuckle behind her. The moment was intense, but hearing his laugh caused her to relax just a fraction.

“Nice try, naughty girl. No, I think a spanking with this ruler will convey my expectations for obedience nicely. I’ll give you six swats, two for each question you left incomplete. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Six didn’t sound so bad.

Three lines of fire branded her bottom in quick succession. It took her brain a moment to register the pain, but when it did, she shrieked and pushed back from the desk, clutching her poor burning bottom. Tears sprang to her eyes involuntarily. She couldn’t remember anything ever hurting that much. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she exclaimed, rubbing the scorched area frantically, trying to cool the burn. “That hurt!” she screeched at him.

“It was supposed to, young lady. Disobedient little girls do not get the privilege of having a bottom that’s not sore. Get back into position.”

She stared pleadingly into his eyes. “That was enough punishment. I promise to complete all homework assignments from now on.”

The expression on his face was implacable. “I’m sure you will, but Daddy is still going to finish your punishment.”

She whimpered, his words causing her pussy to leak and her bottom to clench. She absolutely didn’t want the last three swats. The whippy plastic ruler from hell had already caused an inferno on her poor bottom, but hearing his calm resolve did strange things to her nether regions.

Somehow, she convinced herself to assume the position in which her poor posterior was vulnerable to more punishment. He ran a warm hand over each cheek, and patted her bottom. “Legs apart.”

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If so, you might like my currently published book, His Little Red Lily, which is a mild age play historical western romance. Click the image to read the blurb on Amazon. Thanks for stopping by my blog!