STOLEN MOMENTS cover & blurb reveal! New #spanking romance #99Cents

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Coming July 7, 2015 — Stolen Moments — 99 cents

Genre: spanking romance, romantic comedy

Is it crazy to be jealous of a fictional character?

While Mary Sue is proud of her construction-worker husband Billy’s new-found success as an author of spanking novels, she also finds herself resentful of Beverly Golightly, the fictional heroine who gets everything Mary Sue wants: her man’s undivided attention, lots of hot loving, and many delicious spankings.

But is Mary Sue’s jealousy any crazier than the plan she hatches to recapture her husband’s attention?

Cover art by Sweet ‘n Spicy Designs.

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Spotlight on Order of the Dragon by Siobhan Muir #PNR #vampire #dragon

Drake MacGregor always adhered to the adage ‘let sleeping dragons lie’, until he slept with one.

ootd-1600x2400-webIn an effort to make up for his past as Vlad the Impaler, Drake has been living a small, quiet life in Three Lakes. As the town’s archivist, his knowledge of history and his place in it weigh on him. Drake has one desire—to rectify the atrocities committed in the name of his knightly order. Too bad he can’t keep his hands, or his fangs, off the local doctor, especially when he discovers she’s an actual dragon.

Aliandra Cantora del Viento is old enough and wise enough to ignore her attraction to the handsome historian, especially when her heart suggests he might be something more than he appears. Drake stokes her fires and curls her tail, and after a hot night in her clinic, the game is on. But he avoids her and nothing she tries breaks through his reserve, despite his obvious interest. He turns her on then apologizes for it, repeatedly. Not exactly the kind of relationship she’d hoped for yet she can’t walk away.

ISBN: 9781311396693

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Book 1

Word Count: 48,318

Release Date: May 19 2015

Order of the Dragon Excerpt

Copyright © 2015 Siobhan Muir

All rights reserved.

Aliandra couldn’t decide what she felt. Fury? Indignation? Lust? Arousal? Delight?

He bit me! He’s a vampire. Oh Goddess, he’s so sexy. Her thoughts cascaded rapid fire as she held her hand against her throat. The blood slowly stopped flowing beneath her talons, but her heartbeat only increased as her emotions banged around her skull like pinballs. She tried to take a few deep breaths to return to her human disguise, but her canines remained stubbornly long.

“I—I’m sorry, Dr. Cantora.” Drake MacGregor stared at her, dazed and unsteady. He covered his mouth with one shaky hand. “I’m just so hungry and if you hadn’t distracted me—”

“This is my fault?” She snarled and dug her claws into his lapels, jerking him nose to nose with her. “How is your biting me my fault?”

“If you hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have forgotten to feed, and—”

“You haven’t fed?” Aliandra hissed with disgust. “What kind of a vampire forgets to feed? Hellwinds, man, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

She swung him around, pinning one hand behind his back and propelled him across the room to one of the rolling doctor stools.

“Sit.”

“Please, Doctor—”

“Sit!”

He sank down onto the cracked leather seat and eyed her warily, color returning to his cheeks as the blood he’d stolen worked its magic on him. She crossed her arms over her chest and clenched her jaws together to keep from tackling him and biting him back. Her body raged with a combination of arousal and excitement. He’d bitten her after nuzzling her shoulder like a dragon lover and her body wanted more.

But he’s a vampire.

And she wanted more of him, more nuzzling, more biting. She scanned his body, belatedly realizing why he hadn’t healed. He hadn’t fed and all his energy had kept him upright, but he couldn’t spare anything for physical repair. Mr. MacGregor needed blood and she was the closest donor.

“You need blood, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s why you didn’t heal quickly tonight, right?”

He grimaced and nodded.

“Very well, Mr. MacGregor.” She removed her coat and scarf, draping it over the exam table as she gathered her courage. “You may feed from me to get your strength up.” She paused and looked over her shoulder at him. “You do know when to stop, correct?”

His mouth flattened with displeasure. “I am a mature sanguivore.”

Aliandra snorted. “A mature sanguivore wouldn’t let himself get in this position of being so weak.”

Drake drew himself up to his full height and his expression smoothed out into regal impassiveness. He looked like a king unimpressed with the pleas of his subjects despite having to look up at her while seated. But she wasn’t the one begging.

He’s not begging, either. Dammit.

“Now is not the time to sit on your high horse, Mr. MacGregor.” She tilted her head to hide the odd concern he’d decline to feed from her. “I’ve taken the Hippocratic Oath and you’re in need of medical attention, even if it’s to prevent starvation.”

Drake’s eyes flashed red and he unconsciously licked his lips, but he turned his face away as he shook his head.

“I can’t do that, Doctor.”

“You already have. I’m just giving you permission this time.”

“I’m fine. What little blood I took from you has already helped.”

His color did look better and he sat up straighter, but she suspected he was nowhere near satisfied. Me, either.

“It may have helped, but I can’t let you leave and attack some innocent passerby if your hunger gets out of control again. I just thank the Goddess you attacked me instead of a human.” She smiled at his look of shock. “What, did you think I was human?”

“Well…yes.”

Aliandra laughed. “You and Kate. Your expression is priceless. I’m not human, Mr. MacGregor, I’m a dragon.”

All the color he’d gained drained out of his face and he jerked to his feet, stumbling over the rolling stool in his haste. She reached for him, but he dodged clumsily in his attempt to get away. Unfortunately, his leg wouldn’t hold his weight and he lurched against the wall beside the metal shelves.

“Mr. MacGregor—”

“Dear Goddess, please forgive me.” His face morphed into a mask of horror. “I’m so sorry. I never meant any harm.”

“Easy, Mr. MacGregor.” Aliandra softened her voice, wondering where his panic came from. “It’s all right. No harm done and I’m offering you what you need. Let me help you sit down again.”

“No, no, I swore I’d never do anything like this again.” He tried to retreat, but the wall held him fast.

“I understand,” she crooned, her hands up in a calming gesture. “Come sit back down and we’ll find another solution. Please, Mr. MacGregor. You’re injuring yourself worse.”

He stared at her, his eyes glowing scarlet in the semi-darkness of the room, but he made no other move to retreat.

“Here, let me help you.”

“No…no thank you, I can do it myself.”

He rose painfully to full height and limped back to the stool. Aliandra’s heart bled for him, but she stepped out of the way to give him his space. When he teetered dangerously to one side, she grasped his arm and helped him sit down. He hissed in surprise, but she held him until he settled.

“Now, before we do anything else, perhaps you’ll let me look at your leg once more.” Aliandra didn’t want to spook him, but she needed to get her hands on his body again. “I want to be sure you haven’t done more damage in your, uh, retreat.”

Drake snorted with derision. “You mean my chicken-shit panic?”

“I would never say such things.” She shot him a prim look, but couldn’t hide her smile.

Where to buy Order of the Dragon

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Spotlight on Leigh Smith’s ‘Annie & Jace,’ #spanking romance

anniejace_400Annie was just 18 when Jace first encountered her in Pickin’ Pete’s Bar and Grill.  Using a false ID and feeling the effects of too much tequila, she was attracting the wrong kind of attention when Jace offers to drive her home.  Little did she know then just how much he would feature in her life.

Annie and Jace go on to live their separate lives. Time passes and Jace comes to the Tulsa area looking to purchase a ranch of his own.  He spies someone coming out of the café that looks like the girl he met many years before.  No longer a girl, but a woman he realizes he wants to know better.

This is their story – past and present and what they hope for the future.

 Annie & Jace Excerpt

“Come sit and tell me about you.  Even though I met you years ago, I don’t remember knowing anything about you.”

“That’s probably because you spent the evening trying to figure out how you were going to get even with me.”  She laughed.

“You’re right.  You were definitely #1 on my shit list.”

“Is it necessary to use that language?”

“Why should I change?”

“You have a little girl, and I’m sure you don’t allow her to use that language, so why do you?  It’s not a good example.”

“Jace, please.  No lectures; I don’t want to start off this evening being pissed at you again.”

“No lectures, but you do have a potty mouth”

“Why don’t you kiss this potty mouth; it’s not contagious and will cut down on the words that come out of it.”  He grinned at her and moved closer, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her onto his lap.  Annie felt the soft touch of his lips on hers and melted into him.  It had been so long since she’d been kissed in that way; she felt herself let go.  He must have felt it too because he deepened the kiss, and his tongue began exploring her mouth.  Soon kissing wasn’t enough – his hand was on her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth across her nipple teasing it to a hard little point.  She pulled away for a moment, opened the buttons on her blouse and unhooked her bra, allowing him full access to her aroused nipples.  One look in Jace’s eyes and Annie saw his need was as great as hers.  He suckled her breasts, first one then, the other as his hands slid up and down the upper length of her body.  She felt his hands fumbling with the button on her jeans and slid down further on the couch allowing him easier access to her nether regions.   When he slid his hand into her quivering folds, she moaned – this was for real, not a battery operated substitute.  She pushed her mons into his searching hands and laid her head back to enjoy the full pleasure of his creativity.  His fingers were everywhere, flicking, pinching, caressing until she begged for mercy.  He dipped two fingers into her honey, once, twice and again – teasing as his thumb rubbed that hard little nub.  Flailing around pleading for release – he ignored her and dipped his fingers again and this time plunged them into her tight little dark hole; she thought she would lose her mind. His fingers pumped in and out while his thumb concentrated on her pleasure center bringing her to the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her spasms kept coming in waves, one after another until she was exhausted. Unlike Gabe, this man was no novice when it came to pleasing women.  She didn’t want to think about how many times and on how many women he had worked his magic.

“Oh my God, Jace,” she said when she could finally talk.  He picked her up, and she directed him into the bedroom.  He laid her on the bed and slowly removed the rest of her clothing, caressing and kissing each part of her body.

“Take off your clothes, I want to see you bare ass naked,” she told him.

“I don’t take orders from potty mouthed ladies,” he told her as he rolled her over and smacked her bottom.  She raised herself up into him signaling him she wanted more.

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Leigh Smith bio

At the moment, my husband and I travel the western United States where I indulge my love for words, both reading and writing. I write what I like to read which are romantic stories containing strong dominant men and confident, feisty women. The relationships are always loving and challenging. Conflict is often resolved with either a threat of a spanking or an actual spanking or two, either erotic or otherwise.

Cowboys and westerns are my favorite genre, however my characters, although fantasy, are sometimes based on people I’ve come across in my lifetime.  Truth can be stranger than fiction and although they are stories, every once in a while there is a slice of my life or the life of someone close to me, embedded in the plot.

If the story doesn’t contain a happy ending, it is left open ended for the reader to come to their own conclusions.

That’s the great thing about fiction, it can be whatever you want it to be.

Leigh Smith’s blog

Email: livinezlee@gmail.com

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Can’t fight the feelin’? Attraction to the wrong men…

Have you ever found yourself attracted to someone that common sense told you you shouldn’t be?

  • The bad boy
  • The Playboy
  • A Mama’s boy
  • The married guy (it happens)
  • The wounded male

Or just the guy who is out of your league. He’s too sophisticated, too educated, too wealthy, and next to him you feel like something the cat dragged in.

That’s the situation Hannah Laurie finds herself in. Just shy of 21, she’s putting herself through college by working nights as cleaner when she meets Jordan Bevy. At 35, he’s owner of a major cybersecurity firm, a multi-millionaire, and an officer of the esteemed Rod and Cane Society. From the start, he intimates the hell out of her. And from Jordan’s perspective, Hannah is too young and innocent for a man of his experience.

But their attraction to one another is irresistible.

Coming May 26…Rod and Cane 6, Irresistible Attractions

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CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_400x600An “oops” baby born late in her parents’ marriage, Hannah Laurie never received the love or acceptance she needed, but she’s determined to make something of herself. Living on a shoestring, she’s paying her way through college by working nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society of domestic discipline practitioners. As Hannah cleans its mansion headquarters, with its bold display of implements and artwork glorifying discipline, she is drawn to idea of being spanked. Although she prides herself on following the rules, one evening while alone at the mansion, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, is responsible for ensuring the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules by giving her a hand?

But when their relationship deepens, their respective worlds collide and clash, throwing into doubt that a lowly cleaner girl can find acceptance in her rich boyfriend’s monied world.

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#SatSpanks: From Irresistible Attractions, my FAVORITE scene…

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_400x600Welcome to Saturday Spankings!! Since I debuted Irresistible Attractions , Rod and Cane Society 6, five weeks ago, this is the scene I’ve been building up to. It’s my favorite one of the entire book.

The setup: college student and cleaner girl Hannah Laurie has fantasized about being spanked. One night while alone in the Rod and Cane Society mansion, she can’t resist the urge to play with the equipment. I made a few modifications to make it fit in eight sentences:

 She tapped herself with the cane–more kiss than slap, it imparted only a slight sting.

She was so bad. This was breaking every rule and some that hadn’t been written yet. Tidy Titans’ Rule No. 35: Do not try out clients’ spanking equipment.

Hannah giggled and landed another strike on her bottom. “You’re a naughty girl,” she chided aloud, imagining her fantasy man saying it. But this time, he had Jordan Bevy’s face.

“Yes, you are a naughty girl,” boomed Jordan’s very real voice.

More goodness to come next week!

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Irresistible Attractions blurb

An “oops” baby born late in her parents’ marriage, Hannah Laurie never received the love or acceptance she needed, but she’s determined to make something of herself. Living on a shoestring, she’s paying her way through college by working nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society of domestic discipline practitioners. As Hannah cleans its mansion headquarters, with its bold display of implements and artwork glorifying discipline, she is drawn to idea of being spanked. Although she prides herself on following the rules, one evening while alone at the mansion, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, is responsible for ensuring the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules by giving her a hand?

But when their relationship deepens, their respective worlds collide and clash, throwing into doubt that a lowly cleaner girl can find acceptance in her rich boyfriend’s monied world.

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A reader appreciation sooper sekrit project…#99Cents

In July 2015, I’ll reach two milestones. First, it will be my sixth “authorversary” — six years since I signed my very first publishing contract (Intimate Submission with Black Velvet Seductions).

Second, I will publish my 20th book title! In appreciation to my readers,  Stolen Moments will be just 99 cents.

Stolen Moments is a short story I wrote just for the occasion. It’s a fun, light, entertaining spanking romance. I’m keeping the story line confidential until I have a book cover to release. The exact date is still TBD, but it will be in July.

If you’d like to be notified when this is available, be sure to sign up for my New Release Newsletter. It’s the best way to find out about all my new books.

Between now and then, I will have another Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline romance coming out. Watch for Irresistible Attractions on May 26:

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_200x300An “oops” baby born late in her parents’ marriage, Hannah Laurie never received the love or acceptance she needed, but she’s determined to make something of herself. Living on a shoestring, she’s paying her way through college by working nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society of domestic discipline practitioners. As Hannah cleans its mansion headquarters, with its bold display of implements and artwork glorifying discipline, she is drawn to idea of being spanked. Although she prides herself on following the rules, one evening while alone at the mansion, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, is responsible for ensuring the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules by giving her a hand?

But when their relationship deepens, their respective worlds collide and clash, throwing into doubt that a lowly cleaner girl can find acceptance in her rich boyfriend’s monied world.

Reminder: Body Politics, Rod and Cane 6, a feminist v. dom story, is FREE this week. Promotion ends May 15.

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Guest blog: Livia Grant on Having it All, #BDSM Passion series

Cara’s comment: If you haven’t read Livia Grant, you need to exercise your one-click finger and run to Amazon. She writes in an no-holds-barred style that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Her first book, Wanting it All is phenomenal, and it’s available now for only 99 cents!

having it allBy Livia Grant

I want to thank Cara for hosting me today as I try to get the word out about my most recent release, Having it All.   In case you haven’t found this series yet, I have book one, Wanting it All, on sale for only 99 cents and it is also free for those in Kindle Unlimited.

I am very proud of the glowing five-star reviews that have come in for Having it All.   This was by far my favorite book I’ve written to date and someone recently asked me why.  The easy answer is that the extra-long novel is full of steamy sex, humor and hot punishment scenes as well as real suspense as some of our main characters are in danger.   I think what makes me love the book the most, however, is the complex weaving of romance and friendship throughout all of the scenes.    Not only do we have two main character couples, we have many secondary characters that we know and love.   I especially loved the challenge of writing some of the final scenes in the book when there were literally over a dozen people with active speaking parts.

The excerpt I’m sharing today is from early in the book when Lukus and Tiffany are still getting to know each other.   Tiffany has disobeyed her new Dom and put herself in danger.   Lukus, very uncharacteristically, had lost his cool, scaring the shit out of her in the process.  We join them as they try to recover from the intense showdown.  Tiffany is on the phone with her best friend seeking advice.

Having it All Blurb:

Lukus Mitchell is the owner of The Punishment Pit, Chicago’s top BDSM club. As the Master’s Master, he has enjoyed his freedom to play with a stable of subs over the years. He’s never contemplated settling down before, but is growing increasingly bored of the meek, pliant submissives who fail to challenge him. Then he meets Tiffany O’Sullivan, a beautiful BDSM novice who has always yearned to explore her edgy dreams of submission, but whose sassy mouth always seems to land her in trouble. Their attraction to each other is intense and immediate, but Tiffany challenges her new Dom like never before. They may start out at opposite ends of a BDSM tug-o-war, but can they meet somewhere in the middle-and if they do, can they both find happiness with the compromise?

Meanwhile, their best friends, Brianna and Markus Lambert, are still reconnecting after a recent event which almost ended their marriage. As awful as it was, it made them both realize not only how much they love each other, but also how important it is to share your darkest desires with your spouse. Markus is more than willing to accommodate Brianna’s desire to be dominated in the bedroom, yet the couple has more than a few growing pains to work through as the dynamics of their marriage change from vanilla to D/s, with a sprinkle of DD.

Not content with almost having wrecked the Lamberts’ marriage and threatened Tiffany, Jake Davenport remains a threat in the two couples’ lives and relationships, and Lukus soon discovers that Brianna and Tiffany aren’t the only women Jake is targeting.

Can Tiffany find the strength to overcome her fears in order to let Lukus love her not only as a woman, but as his submissive?  Can Lukus deal with the way his new love challenges him at every turn, forcing him to confront fears he never even knew he had? Can Markus and Lukus protect the women they love when Jake gets too close for comfort?

Find out in this, the third book in the Passion series. With the characters from previous books which readers have come to know and love, as well as introducing new ones, this is a fast-paced, intensely sexy, edgy and emotional story that combines humor, drama, friendship and romance in the way Livia Grant fans have come to expect, and new readers are sure to enjoy.

An excerpt from Having it All

“I hope you’re right, Bri.”

A knock on the bathroom door interrupts the girls’ conversation. He must still be mad, because the knock is echoing loudly enough for Brianna to comment on the other end.

“Wow, where are you and why does it sound like he’s about to kick down the door?”

Book 1 of the Passion series is now only 99 cents or free with Kindle Unlimited

Book 1 of the Passion series is now only 99 cents or free with Kindle Unlimited

“I’m in the bathroom, the little part where the toilet is.”

Bri sounds disgusted. “Ew. You called me while you’re going to the bathroom? That’s just gross.”

“Will you stop already? I just came in here because it’s the only door that has a lock on it.”

The pounding is back. “Tiffany! Open up. Come on. We need to talk.” The sound of Lukus’s voice brings back her panic.

“Seriously? You felt like you had to put a locked door between you? Holy shit, he really did scare you. You need to tell him, Tiff.”

The pounding continues as Lukus keeps trying to open the door. “I don’t think I need to tell him. He is pretty much figuring it out,” Tiff says.

The pounding stops. “Please, baby. Open up. We need to talk.” He’s changing tactics.

“Go away, Lukus! I’m not ready to talk yet.”

“I know that’s not true. You’re talking to Brianna right now. Hang up the phone and open the door.”

“Fine, I’m not ready to talk to you yet. Go away.”

“I’m not leaving. Don’t make me try to find the key. God only knows where I’ve put it.”

Brianna is talking in her ear again. “Tiff, open the door and talk to him. I have to go anyway. I hear Markus heading back my way and we’ve been gone a long time from our table.”

“Thanks for listening, Bri. I really don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.”

Book 2 of the Passion series

Book 2 of the Passion series

“You’d be bored, that’s for sure. Go take your lumps. Trust me. Make-up sex can be really awesome.”

“So I’ve heard. Unfortunately, I have to get through the argument first. My ass is not looking forward to that.”

Tiff can now hear Markus close to the phone. “You girls have talked long enough. Time to hang up. Let’s go,” he says.

“We were just hanging up. I’m trying to calm her down. Here, take the phone. You talk to her,” Bri responds.

“Brianna, no! I don’t want to talk to␣”

He interrupts her. “So, you snuck into the club and decided to have a run-in with Robinson.”

“Markus. Go ahead. Let me have it. I’m stupid, and I should stop thinking, and just act like a robot, and do exactly, and only, what Lukus tells me to do and␣”

He’s laughing at her. “Stop. You’re overreacting more than he is. Seriously, you need to hang up the phone and talk to him.”

“Last time I saw him, he wasn’t planning on talking.”

“Well, he is now. I’m hanging up.” And he does.

“How rude,” Tiffany mutters to herself.

The pounding is back. “I can hear you in there. Open the door, Tiff. Please, baby.”

She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, using a few sheets of toilet paper to clean up her smeared make-up. The loud blowing of her nose brings a chuckle from the man on the other side of the locked door. At least he sounds in a better mood.

She’s seated on the floor with her back against the far wall of the small room. Taking a deep breath, she reaches up to unlock the door and Lukus presses the door open. The room is tiny, meant only for privacy when using the toilet. It’s not meant to be a place to hang out. When Tiffany makes no move to get up to leave, he lets himself in. Leaning back against the now closed door, he slides down to sit on the floor. Their legs intertwine in a tangled mess in the small space.

“This is an odd place for us to make up.”

Tiff sneaks a glance up to see he’s smiling. “Is that what we’re going to do?”

“Yep. You’re going to say you’re sorry for not listening and defying me by going to the club without me. Most importantly, you’re going to admit I was right to not want you to go there alone, especially since we haven’t gone through the club rules yet and you weren’t wearing my collar to keep you safe. Then I’m going to say I’m sorry for ‘losing my shit,’ as Derek calls it, and scaring the hell out of you in the process.”

Lukus reaches out to take her hands in his, linking their fingers as if to start weaving them back together. “I really am sorry, baby. You have to believe me. That’s never happened to me before. I would never hurt you intentionally.”

“I’ve never seen you like that, Lukus. It scared me.”

“Full disclosure here. I scared myself,” he admits.

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Author bio

Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.

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Body Politics, feminist v. dom, #spanking romance is FREE til May 15

He’s attracted to her…but can he master her? It’s feminist v. dom in an epic battle of the sexes. Body Politics, a Rod and Cane Society romance is now FREE on Amazon until May 15. You do not have to belong to Kindle Unlimited–it’s free to everyone, but only for a limited time.

Get your Kindle copy here.

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_BodyPolitics_400x600Body Politics blurb

Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s not going to work. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the evening ends, she’ll never have to see him again.

A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who spank, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded bottom. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a spanko convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?

An excerpt from Body Politics

“YOU FORGOT YOUR signature keepsake.” Mark held out the glass, relieved and pleased to find her in the parking lot. A primal instinct to chase and capture had ignited when she’d flounced out of the bar. He’d let her run to give her space, intending to track her down tomorrow. He’d had the cocktail waitress empty out her glass so he could give it to her, an excuse to see her again. But Stephanie had waited for him. A stupid, happy grin threatened to break out on his face.

Stephanie crossed her arms under her breasts and scowled, looking so much like a hissing cat, its back arched for battle, he didn’t know whether to laugh or spank her. Yes, she’d stuck around, but she had no intention of surrendering easily. Good. He relished a challenge.

“I don’t want it!”

I don’t want you was what she meant. But that wasn’t the truth. She’d stayed. She desired him but resented it. He read arousal in her dilated pupils, her heightened color, in the points of her nipples poking through the fabric of the man’s shirt. Didn’t she realize men’s clothes enhanced her feminine sexuality?

“You aren’t comfortable here, so why don’t we go someplace else and talk?” he suggested, and because he wasn’t ready to end the date. He wanted to spend every second he could getting to know her. In the bar he’d grabbed her wrist not so much to forestall her from paying for her drink but because he had to touch her once more before she left. That she hadn’t yanked away immediately gave him hope. But that she had pulled away proved he wasn’t home free.

Indecision danced on her expressive face. He could see the wheels turning. Should she do what she wanted or take a dogmatic stand? Stephanie was a fighter, but her biggest opponent was herself. She wet her lips, and heat curled in his belly. “Like where?” she asked.

“There’s an espresso place down the street.”

She shook her head. “No.” She dropped her phone into her purse.

“Are you afraid of me?” He faked nonchalance and leaned a hip against her car as if he had all evening. For her, he did.

Her eyes flashed. “Of course not!”

“Then talk to me.”

“Listen, Mark.” She adjusted her handbag on her shoulder and directed her comment to his throat. “You’re a nice guy and all, but I don’t think we’re suited for one another.” She flicked her gaze to his eyes, and the naked yearning he saw nearly unmanned him. Oh, kitten. Sweetheart.

He held his tongue, letting silence do the work for him.

“All right,” she said, “but we’ll talk here.”

“In the parking lot?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Why don’t we sit in one of our cars? Your pick. Mine is right there.” He pointed across the lot to a black sedan camouflaged by darkness. The overhead streetlamp had burned out.

She squinted, glancing from his shadowed vehicle to her well-lit one, weighing the options. “Yours.”

“So you can leave according to your time frame?”

She squared her shoulders.

He gestured for her to proceed. If she’d been afraid, her illuminated vehicle would have been a better choice. With a click of his key fob he unlocked the car and then opened the door for her.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

Mark stifled a grin and strode to his side. He tossed the glass into the back and slid into his seat, then twisted his body to face her. She’d placed her purse at her feet. A good sign. She wasn’t hugging it for a quick getaway. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing against her hoop earring.

Even in the darkness her eyes appeared luminous, her skin smooth, her lips plump. Would she taste as wonderful as she looked? Of course she would. Hunger tightened his belly.

Her breasts rose, then fell on a sigh. “I overreacted. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to apologize.” On some level she’d sensed his desire, his intention to have her under him, and it had made her skittish. He exhaled. He should proceed slowly, should give her time to get used to him. Should.

“Why not?”

“This is why.” He leaned over the center console, cupped her cheeks between his palms, and slanted his mouth over hers. Her scent—vanilla and sweet femininity—filled his nostrils, and her mouth was as soft as flower petals, an irresistible temptation. He felt her hesitation, but when she lifted her hands, it was only to hold him, not push him away. Her gentle response excited him, and it was all he could do to not crush her in his arms. He should have insisted they go someplace else. If he’d been a real gentleman, he should have proceeded with his original plan to contact her tomorrow.

All the shoulds crumbled when she parted her lips, and with a groan, he deepened the intimacy. Her moist heat and honey bewitched him, and he kissed her slowly, caressingly, exploring her with gentle flicks of his tongue. She emitted a little hitching sound, a luscious melody of submission, and planted her lips firmly against his. Their breaths mingled.

Lip to lip wasn’t enough. He pulled her over the console and snug against his chest. He combed his fingers through the short strands of her silky hair. She fit in his arms perfectly. Just as he’d known she would. She’d fit his cock even better, but it was too soon for that. He could hold back that much. For now. Next time, all bets were off.

She sucked his tongue, stroked the side of his face with a fingertip. Her lips grazed his. “You don’t play fair,” she whispered.

He played to win, because there was nothing fair about the way she’d captivated him, the softness and vulnerability she tried to hide wrapping around his chest like a band of steel. He settled her hand against his thundering heart. “I’m only a man. I need every advantage I can get.”

MEN WERE BORN with every advantage, but that ceased to matter when this man inflamed her body with his touch, his sexy voice, his smell—oh Gloria, his taste. One kiss wasn’t enough.

She inched closer, resting her hip on the console hump, and he tightened his embrace. The strength inherent in the bulge of his biceps, the muscled contours of his chest, revealed he didn’t spend all his time behind a desk.

She’d never been with a man as over-the-top masculine as he was. It was kind of hot.

Kind of?

He held the side of her head, and her scalp tingled. Her breasts ached, and she had the sneaking suspicion the crotch of her jeans was damp. He roamed a hand over her back, stirring awareness with every stroke, then warmed her rib cage before covering her breast. It swelled.

Her erect nipple hardened further when he rubbed his palm in maddeningly slow circles over the taut tip. She needed—she ached—she whimpered as he unexpectedly pinched it hard, and pain and pleasure winged like an arrow.

He scraped his jaw over her cheek, his whiskers rasping her face in a delicious way, then nuzzled the sensitive skin of her neck. She lolled her head back in sensual delight while he kissed her throat, her ear, nibbling and licking, all the while continuing to palm and pinch her breast.

She didn’t sleep around. Quite the opposite. She’d had very few lovers. Mark was wrong for her, but oh Gloria, he turned her on. And on and on. If she called a halt, she’d return home frustrated and achy.

Maybe a simple, uncommitted sexual interlude—a zipless fuck, as her other idol, feminist author Erica Jong, had coined it—would remedy not only her current lust but also her ongoing tension and stress. Men had sex for sex’s sake. Why shouldn’t she do the same? Practice what she preached. She’d advised women to take control of their sexuality, watch out for themselves, because if they didn’t, no one else would. Why shouldn’t she use this man for her sexual pleasure?

She was powerful. A female warrior who required a man only for mating. Like an Amazon. She stiffened.

“What’s wrong?” Mark sought her gaze, stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Nothing.” She licked the corner of his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

She pushed her palm against his chest, curled her fingers into hard muscles, so different from her own softer form.

Take control. She ventured lower and palmed his fly. Hard as stone, he strained his jeans. Trailing his length, she faltered at his size, but her wanton pussy insisted she proceed.

He stilled her hand but didn’t push her away. “Do that, and you’ll get more than you bargained for.”

She gulped but caught his earlobe between her teeth. “I hope so.”

He crushed her mouth in a searing kiss that curled her toes. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “Go someplace comfortable.”

She shook her head and tugged on his belt buckle. “No. Here. Now. Like this,” she said in a throaty voice. Thank goodness it was dark so he couldn’t see her blush. She couldn’t believe the tone coming out of her mouth.

“Stephanie…I don’t have a condom with me.”

“I do.” All WAN staff and volunteers carried them, distributed them like colorful party favors to encourage women to protect themselves.

“Well, then, I never argue with a lady.”

Once she got his belt undone, the snap of his jeans popped open, and she slid down the zipper to reveal the head of his cock poking out of the waistband of his briefs. She slipped her hand inside his shorts. Stone shouldn’t be so warm. She marveled at the capability of man’s body to create something so substantial through simple hydraulics.

“Now doesn’t that feel better?” She kissed his neck. Seducing him like this excited her. She’d never acted so impulsively, had sex in a car outside a bar catering to a kinky clientele, but it might prove to be what she needed to quiet the wayward urges so she could get on track with her regularly scheduled life.

She squeezed his erection.

He sucked in a hiss of air through his teeth, then made short work of her buttons and pushed her shirt off her shoulder. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Cream and lace.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her bra while he deftly unhooked the catch. Molten sweetness bubbled through her when he shoved the bra aside, leaving nothing between her and his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Her gold necklace dangled between her breasts, the chill of metal calling attention to her toplessness. He pressed the heel of his hand against her mons, then rubbed her sex through the denim, setting her clit on fire with delicious friction. She moaned, moved her hips, and stroked him. Under her fingers, his cock blazed with heat.

She braced an elbow on the door. The console dug into her hip, and the steering wheel poked her spine. He was right; the car wasn’t comfortable, but that only enhanced the thrill. She released his erection to pull at the fastening of her jeans. Damn her button fly.

He chuckled but rendered assistance in undoing her pants. Twisting like a pretzel, she got her boots off, and together they shoved her denim down her legs. Note to self: the next time you intend to have sex in a car, wear a skirt. Second note to self: buy a skirt.

He slipped his fingers under her lace panties to home in on her wet center, and she stopped taking notes. He stroked her clit with the skill of a master, then slid along slickened folds to her pussy. He didn’t plunge inside but teased gently, slowly, as if he enjoyed the journey as much as he anticipated arriving at his ultimate destination. At last he buried a finger deep inside. She contracted her muscles with satisfaction and sought his cock again, enthralled by his thickness, his hardness. Her judgmental side tsked. They’d only just met, and they were groping each other’s genitals in a bar parking lot. Her libido yelled at her judgmental side to mind its own fucking business.

He eased his finger out of her to tug at her panties.

She hadn’t finished kicking them off when he returned to her sex, this time inserting two fingers, a delicious pressure that had her rocking. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.

Tighter than he knew. It had been ages since she’d slept with a man. But he was a one-night stand and didn’t need to know. It wasn’t like she would ever see him again.

“You have big hands,” she said.

“True, but you still have a tight pussy.”

The feminist in her should have been outraged by his comment, yet her clit pulsed. His crude words seemed not nasty but right. As did her position—stretched out nude while a nearly fully clothed man toyed with her private parts. She’d often railed against the obvious power differential in movies when the male remained dressed while the female was naked. Yet here she was. Screw it, she thought. No, screw me. She smothered a giggle.

The only thing Mark had exposed was his cock, which was weeping copiously as she stroked.

“Where’s that condom?” he asked.

“I’ll get it,” she said. Twisting her body, she stretched a leg backward to hook the strap of her purse on her foot. Carefully she hauled it up on her toe.

“You’re very limber,” he commented.

She giggled. “Yoga. Three times a week.” She sensed his eyes on her as she tore open the wrapper. Pinching the tip of the rubber, she rolled on the condom. Gloria, he was big.

The seat had been moved as far as it would go to accommodate his long legs, but he lowered the back to a near recline. “Ride me,” he said. His clipped command should have set her teeth on edge; instead it caused her stomach to flutter, her core to turn achy and hot.

After more yoga-esque contortions, she straddled his lap. She sought his gaze but was unable to read his expression in the dark. She grasped his shaft and lowered herself. Too big. Or she was too tight. Biting her lip, she hunkered down. She’d force him in if she had to.

He gripped her hips, halting her. “Easy. Easy, kitten,” he murmured.

“My name’s not kitten!” To show him, she impaled herself.

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#SatSpanks: From Irresistible Attractions…why couldn’t she have a cute butt?

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_400x600Welcome to another installment of Saturday Spankings and excerpt from Irresistible Attractions, Rod and Cane Society 6, to be released May 26. College student Hannah Laurie works nights as a cleaner. One of her jobs is the Rod and Cane mansion. After cleaning the disciplinary chamber, she succumbs to the temptation to play with some of the equipment. A large two-way mirror separates the chamber from the adjacent room…

She peeked over her shoulder at her reflection, and winced at her big booty, covered in unattractive gray wash and wear cotton poly. Not her best feature. Why couldn’t she have had a cute little butt to go along with her short stature?

Hannah freed her hands from the restraints and tugged up the skirt. Her lace thong left her backside near naked. Twisting her arm, she swatted one pasty cheek. If only she had longer arms—or an implement.

Hannah scurried to the wall and snatched a short, slender cane, then hopped back on the bench and hiked her dress over her waist again.

Next week, dear ones, is my favorite scene of the entire book.

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Irresistible Attractions blurb

An “oops” baby born late in her parents’ marriage, Hannah Laurie never received the love or acceptance she needed, but she’s determined to make something of herself. Living on a shoestring, she’s paying her way through college by working nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society of domestic discipline practitioners. As Hannah cleans its mansion headquarters, with its bold display of implements and artwork glorifying discipline, she is drawn to idea of being spanked. Although she prides herself on following the rules, one evening while alone at the mansion, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, is responsible for ensuring the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules by giving her a hand?

But when their relationship deepens, their respective worlds collide and clash, throwing into doubt that a lowly cleaner girl can find acceptance in her rich boyfriend’s monied world.

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Do children have a role in romance novels? #MothersDay, #ImmerseYou

Immerse Yourself ButtonA big, warm hug to all the moms out there! In celebration of your awesomeness, I’m offering two giveaways!

First, leave me a comment about today’s blog, and you’ll be entered into a drawing for a $10 Amazon gift card.

Second, from Monday May 11 – Friday, May 15, everyone can download a FREE Kindle copy of Body Politics, my feminist v. Dom spanking romance. To be emailed when it’s available for free, sign up for my new release newsletter here. (You can unsubscribe at any time by clicking on a link).

I’d like to offer this for pondering: what is usually (but not always) absent from romance novels?

How about, children.

Many, if not most, romance readers have children, and while a few stories do feature single/divorced moms looking for love or two parents trying to reconnect, usually kidlets do not appear in romance novels, and even less often in erotic romances.

Why is this?

I think it’s the nature of the genre: a romance, by definition, focuses on two adults seeking love. And in erotic romance, where there’s a lot of sex going on, children don’t seem to fit in the mix.

What do you think? Do you like reading about parents/family situations in romance? Do you like or dislike kids in romance?

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