News, notes & happenings…

During the holidays my husband I will be traveling to visit his mom. She’s 89, and still lives alone. We’re expecting a big family Christmas, attended by just about everybody.

So, I won’t be online much. But fear not! I still have blogs planned. I hope you’ll visit and take a look:

Monday, Dec. 22 — A guest post by Angie Sargenti on mail order brides and catfishing (pretending to be someone you’re not to strike up a romance). She’ll have an excerpt from her historical spanking romance, The Cowboy and the Mail Order Bride.

Wednesday, Dec. 24 — Recommended Reads. Those books I read in November AND December that rate at least 4 stars.

Friday, Dec. 26–An excerpt from Reasonable Doubts, the next Rod and Cane Society spanking romance to release on January 13, 2015.

Tuesday, Dec. 30The fourth annual Best Books of the Year Awards. From all the monthly recommended reads, these were the best.

rc mugComing in 2015, in addition to Reasonable Doubts, I’ll have a brand new sci-fi/fantasy romance, The Goddess’s Curse, part a new series called Heartmates. I will also have another Rod and Cane romance–and a couple of other books still in the planning stages. If you’d like to be notified of these releases when they happen, sign up for my New Release Newsletter. You’ll only receive an email when I have a new book out (four to six times per year) and you can unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing now, you’ll also be entered into a drawing for a Rod and Cane coffee mug. Supplies are limited, so enter now because when the mugs are gone, they’re gone.

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Have you joined Tsu.co? 

Tsu, pronounced “Sue” is a new social marketing. Supposedly the organizers intend to share advertising revenue with members in a multi-level marketing manner. That says “pyramid” to me and makes me wary. However, Tsu is looks and feels very similar to Facebook. And with Facebook tightening up who can and can’t see its business/fan page posts, Tsu seems to offer an alternative. So I joined.

Tsu membership is by invitation only. If you’re interested in joining, you can click on my link and that will get you in. Then you can friend or follow me if you’d like.

Cara’s Tsu link

Two suggestions: One, I recommend you browse through Tsu’s FAQs. It will help to explain what it’s all about. Two, Tsu will ask for your birthday to verify you are an adult. I recommend you not put in your real birth date. A birthday (along with mother’s maiden name, social security number, etc.) is one method used to verify identity. I don’t think it’s a good idea to spread your birth date all around the internet (BTW, that applies to FB too!)

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Unexpected Consequences #spanking romance £.99 on #Amz #UK 3 days only!

Last week Amazon had a special promotion for US readers–this week it’s the Brits’ turn! Unexpected Consequences, a Rod and Cane Society spanking romance, is only £.99 on Amazon UK. But only for three days. Then the price goes back up to £2.51.

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It’s also available on Amazon, Amazon AU & Amazon CA, but is not on sale

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Newlywed Melania Traynor loves life, shoes, and most of all, her husband Jared – a tall, handsome, protective man with a commanding side. He’s a member of the secret Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who maintain discipline in the home with a loving heart and an open hand. When he tells her he believes in domestic discipline and will spank her if she misbehaves, she enters into their marriage with eyes wide shut confident she’ll never be on the receiving end. But when she disobeys Jared, she discovers that discipline isn’t all talk.

An excerpt from Unexpected Consequences

Melania hobbled into the house and slipped off her new red shoes, sighing in relief as the marble tiles of the massive foyer cooled her blistered feet. It had been a stupid idea to wear the shoes to the hairdresser’s. But she couldn’t resist. They were so pretty, and it would be awhile before Jared would forget and she could wear them in his presence. The way the girls in the salon had oohed and aahed made her feel special. Unfortunately she’d been unable to find a parking space near the hairdresser and had to hoof it. The hike to and from the salon had caused the shoes to rub her feet raw in places.

Clutching the pumps in her hands, she ascended the stairs to dress for dinner.

Everything was ready for the evening’s party. The house was clean and sparkling. The wine-braised beef was roasting. She’d stuffed baked potatoes and would put them into the oven for a second baking just before the guests arrived. A tray of canapés awaited their guests in the fridge. Melania was almost ready herself. She’d showered before she left for her hair and nail appointments. A new dress hung in her closet. All she needed to do was put on her face and slip into the dress—a tight, black, slinky, one-shouldered number.

CaraBristol_UnexpectedConsequences_3dbookPromoGraphic1_640X480_blurb1Melania stowed the shoes in an old shoebox at the back of her closet, stripped off her street clothes, and donned a silk robe over her red thong and lacy, strapless push-up bra. She sat at the vanity to do her makeup.

She’d pretty much completed the job and was smoothing gloss over her lips when she became aware of Jared leaning against the doorjamb.

“You’re home early.” She curved her lips in welcome. She turned to look at him, silently congratulating herself on her foresight to hide the contraband.

He approached her, but he didn’t return her smile, and she realized this was the first time Jared had arrived home and didn’t greet her with a kiss. She rose to her feet and arched her eyebrows with concern. “Is something wrong? Did something happen at work?”

His eyes zeroed in on her blistered heels. “What happened to your feet?”

Her stomach took a guilty dive. “I got a little blister,” she said casually, flattening her hand against her fluttering stomach. “I couldn’t find a parking space and had to walk.”

“What shoes were you wearing?”

She shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Just a pair of heels.” As long as she stayed close to the line of truth, it wasn’t a fib. Not a big one, anyway.

“Old ones or new ones?”

“New…ish.” She lifted a shoulder.

“Which ones?” Jared crossed his arms over his chest. She sneaked a glance at his face and read the disbelief in his laserlike gaze.

Damnit, he knew. But how could he know? The quickening in her stomach turned to tumbling, and she decided she’d better come clean. She stifled a sigh. She hoped this wouldn’t turn into an argument. It would make for an awkward, tense evening. “I decided to go ahead and buy the shoes.”

“Which shoes are those?” he asked with infuriating persistence.

“The red ones,” she muttered.

“The ones I specifically told you not to buy?”

Annoyance flared. Jared was her husband, the head of their small family, but he wasn’t her boss. “Yes, Lord and Master, the ones you told me not to buy,” she snapped. She threw her hands into the air. “Are you happy now?” She planted her fists on her hips.

“Is that how you show respect? With sarcasm?” A dangerous edge entered his voice.

“I’m sorry.” She huffed the insincere apology.

“You’re sorry you got caught, maybe, but I don’t believe you’re sorry you defied my wishes.”

“It was only a pair of shoes.” She refused to feel guilty. They could afford them, and what right did he have to dictate whether she could buy a pair of shoes, anyway? “I’m a grown woman. If I want to buy a pair of shoes, I shouldn’t have to ask permission.” She tightened the belt of her robe.

Jared shook his head. “No, generally you don’t have to ask permission to buy something you need or want. But I had a reason for telling you no, and since I did, you should have obeyed my request.”

“So what was your reason?” Her gaze collided with his.

“That’s immaterial now.” He glanced at her feet. “Put on the shoes you bought, and meet me in my study. Right now.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re not done.” He turned to leave.

She shivered in apprehension. His steely-eyed expression, the stern slash of his mouth made her nervous. This wasn’t tender, indulgent Jared. This was lay-down-the-law Jared. “I have to finish getting dressed first.” She stalled.

“No. Come as you are.” Jared stopped in the doorway. “Tomorrow you’re going to return those shoes to the store for a refund.”

“But they won’t take them back,” she sputtered. “They’ve been worn. The soles are scuffed.”

“Then you’ll donate them to charity.” He stalked out of the bathroom.

Melania retrieved her shoes and collapsed onto the vanity bench. Her heart was thumping, and her stomach was upset. She and Jared had just gone head-to-head in the first fight of their new marriage. Unfortunately it wasn’t over. She shouldn’t have sneaked behind his back, but he shouldn’t have refused her. He acted like he had been testing her.

He hadn’t shouted, but he was angry. Perversely, his self-control seemed more ominous than if he had ranted and raved. She felt as if she’d entered the eye of a hurricane. Things appeared calm, but the air crackled with a dangerous energy. She did not want to meet Jared in his office, but she didn’t dare disobey. You could push a man only so far.

Melania wedged her feet into her shoes and gasped when she took a step. The shoes seared her feet like sandpaper rubbing a raw wound. She removed the shoes. Carrying them, she hurried to meet Jared.

His study door was closed. She knocked twice quietly, hoping he wouldn’t hear and she could tiptoe away while still fulfilling the letter of Jared’s law. She’d reported as ordered. It wasn’t her fault if he didn’t hear.

“Come.” His voice, though muffled, was too audible to ignore.

Damn. Melania took a deep breath, turned the handle, and pushed open the heavy paneled door to find her husband bent over his leather-and-wood valet thingy. They had received the unusual stand as a wedding gift from the Rod and Cane Society, but she didn’t know what the piece was. She assumed it was a guy thing. A man toy. The valet’s wide, padded leather seat rested atop four mahogany legs, reminding her of a gymnastics pommel horse. Its height could be adjusted by removing wooden pegs in the legs, as Jared was doing now.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Put your shoes on, please.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask why, but she figured her question would annoy him further, so she eased her feet into the shoes.

Jared lowered the leather seat of the valet, then flipped a release, allowing a squared metal ring to pop out of a hidden panel at the base of each leg. She’d never noticed that before.

Melania’s breath caught in her throat as Jared strode from the horse to his large desk, unlocked a drawer, and removed a paddle and four fleece-padded leather bands with buckles. Her heart fluttered as if a hummingbird were caught in her chest cavity. Surely he wasn’t going to—

Unexpected Consequences on Amazon UK

Coming soon – the next Rod and Cane Society romance!

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Warrior #SciFiRom F*R*E*E on #KindleUnlimited & Amazon Prime

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00014]From Amazon reviewers:

“I like it when a author can catch me off-guard so thoroughly.”

“This was powerful and emotional story that kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I couldn’t put it down.”

“This one surprised me in a lot of ways but it was pleasant surprises and the plot went in places that were not predictable.”

Warrior (Breeder sci-fi romance series) is now FREE with Kindle Unlimited and Amazon Prime!

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An excerpt from Warrior

“You shall become Commander Ilian’s breeder,” Marlix said.

Anika reeled under the blow. She had expected unfortunate news when her sibling had summoned her to his salon, but had no idea it would be this bad. Anika glanced at the pink-haired Terran Marlix had claimed as his breeder. Tara appeared stunned, too. Although much of Alpha Marlix’s authority had eroded since the Parseon civil war began, he still wielded considerable power over those in his province—and his household.

Over her. Anika swallowed the bitterness in her throat. After tasting the honey of freedom, how could she give it up?

“I seek what is best for you.” Marlix’s severe expression softened, but good intentions did not lessen her despair.

The set of his shoulders indicated he’d made up his mind and there would be no budging him. But while she was female, the blood of Parseon warriors flowed in her veins. She would not surrender. Not even if the outcome was preordained. “I wish to remain on my own.”

“Not possible. You cannot survive without a male.”

“Since Jergan died, I have been surviving fine.”

“Because you reside in my domicile. This will not suffice as a long-term living arrangement. For you to become the breeder of Commander Ilian is the perfect solution. He is a better match for you than I had hoped for.”

“Because of Jergan.”

“Yes.” Marlix did not skirt the truth as he believed it. “Few alphas of any status would be willing to take you after your purchase by a beta male. But for a Commander to accept you?” His tone rose with incredulity at her supposed good fortune.

“But betas have been in battle. Surely they have greater status now,” she argued. Jergan had been kind and honorable—in buying her, he’d rescued her from the Breeder Containment Facility. He had died for her—and she would not allow him to be maligned. Why should it matter if he had been beta?

“The necessary conscription of betas due to the number of males killed in the war does not make them alphas. When Qalin and Artom are defeated, Protocol will be restored,” he said, even though he had ignored Parseon customs and rules when he took a Terran female as his breeder. But the act had given Anika hope Marlix would allow her to seek her way.

How naive she had been.

Her brother, as Tara had dubbed him, inclined his head toward an armed alpha guard standing at attention. “Zoulin will escort you on the morn to Commander Ilian’s abode.”

So soon? Anika snapped her head back in shock. “But—but—”

“Can’t you at least give her time to get used to the idea?” Her body swollen by pregnancy, Tara struggled to rise from the divan upon which she’d been sitting. Marlix rushed to assist her. Tara shot him a smile of thanks and guile, and settled a hand on his chest. “Let Anika meet with Ilian. Get to know him first.”

“In ordinary circumstances, that might be possible. But war demands prompt action.” Marlix peered down at Tara with an open regard few males exhibited toward their breeders.

Which made his insistence Anika enter into an emotionless transaction so frustrating. “Does it not matter what I want?” In desperation, she grabbed for any argument that might sway him. “What if I have regard for another?”

Marlix whipped around, his gaze narrowing to razor sharpness. “Do you?”

In truth, she desired no male overseer—kind or cruel, they all sought control. It only differed in the matter of degree.

But, unbidden, an image of a tall male with somber eyes, his body marked by faded scars, his hair shorn, constricted her heart. She might never see him again, if Marlix proceeded with his plan.

If? When. Tomorrow.

But though she and Urazi, Marlix’s former beta, had comforted each other over their shared trials, and she’d developed affection for him, he did not factor into her aspirations. Autonomy did. Freedom. She shook off the unexpected frisson of pain leaving him evoked and glared at Marlix.

“No. There is no one. But you have found regard with Tara. Why can you not allow me an opportunity to find the same?” She would miss the sad-eyed man. Would he miss her? They’d found solace together. Perhaps if they teamed up….

She discarded the idea, for she employed no illusions where Urazi’s loyalty lay. He would die for his Alpha. He almost had.

“I have allowed you time to grieve over Jergan, but your future must be settled while the opportunity exists. Once you are installed in Ilian’s domicile and have been impregnated with his son, you will see this is the best solution. Commander Ilian will treat you well, will protect you.”

“Would I not be safe living in your domicile?” she cried.

“You must perform your duty and bear offspring for the good of Parseon.”

Duty demanded an exorbitant toll from those least able to pay it. She hadn’t done anything to cause the problem, yet she was being asked—commanded—to fix it. Former Commander Tarbek had sold breeders to the Veronians to finance his plot to take control of the planet. Tarbek had been killed by Commander Dak, but not before his actions had left Parseon with a shortage of females.

Tara shook her head in a silent warning of caution. I will work on him, she seemed to say. If anyone could influence Marlix, she could, except Anika did not have time to allow Tara to perform her magic.

The stubborn, autocratic son of her sire had made up his mind. Zoulin, the guard, would deliver her to Ilian tomorrow. She would never be free. Underneath her double-sleeved winter shift, Anika could feel the phantom weight of a breeder ring tug on her right nipple. She would be tagged and bred. Forced to submit to Ilian’s whims.

She ran from the room and let the door crash behind her.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00014]Warrior Blurb

In a battle to save their planet, will their love be the casualty?

On a planet where women are chattel, Anika is to be delivered to become the mate of an Alpha Commander. Secretly in love with another, she is unable to accept the arrangement and flees. Bound by his duty, her lover Urazi intended to bring her back to fulfill her function. But war intervenes, and as their planet fights a desperate battle against a villainous despot, Anika and Urazi become united in their determination to save their people. But with their lives on the line, the love they share may become the biggest risk of all.

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#SatSpanks, #8Sunday…From Reasonable Doubts, a #spanking romance

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_ReasonableDoubts_200x300Only her bikini panties remained. Tiny lacy red ones. He arched his eyebrows, and she flushed then hooked her thumbs into them and pulled them down her legs. Neatly trimmed curls covered her mound.

“I knew you’d look this way without your clothes.”

She hesitated. “What way is that?”

“Naked,” he answered.

And that’s my snippet for Saturday Spankings and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Reasonable Doubts–What’s it about? The Blurb:

Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband–a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval  JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?

Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.

But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?

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What if everything we’ve been taught is untrue?

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Why do you believe what you believe? How certain are you that what you’ve been told by your government,  your culture, your parents, is true? What if your unshakable, even sacred, core beliefs were based on lies?

That’s the premise of Breeder, a science fiction romance series.

An excerpt from Breeder (Breeder series, book 1):

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

CB_Breeder_coverinDak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm.

“You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

CB_Terran_coverlgWhy is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00014]“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

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Celebration! My 1000th blog. Prize winner announced!

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April 16, 2010 I published my first blog on WordPress.com. Today–four years, eight months later–I’m self-hosted on GoDaddy.com, and I publish my 1000th blog.

As promised, it’s time to announce the winner of the $10 Amazon gift card (that’s 1000 without the decimal point). This person was selected by random drawing from among visitors who commented between Nov. 10, 2014, when I announced the drawing, and yesterday, my 999th blog. During that period, I received 178 comments on various blog posts.

The winner of the $10 Amazon gift card is: Katherine Deane!

Blogging highlights and stats:

April 16, 2010 I started blogging on WordPress.com. (You can see my first blog here). That first year, I published 63 blog posts.  This year so far, I’ve published 259 blogs! I’ve gotten a tad more prolific in 4 1/2 years.

August 2, 2010 My Bottom Smarts gave my blog a huge boost in traffic when Bonnie listed my blog as spanking-friendly. Blog hits shot up from about 20 a day to a high of 350. That was my first big tie-in to the spanking community, and the inspiration for Unexpected Consequences, a domestic discipline romance, and the book “that put me on the map.”

January 8, 2011 I acquired my own domain, carabristol.com, and self-hosted my blog on GoDaddy.com.

October 2012 My blog achieved a new milestone with 100,000 visitors for the year (Jan-Oct). By December of 2012, carabristol.com garnered 150,000 page views for the year.

May 29, 2013 I did something I’d never done before. I ran a substantial excerpt from an unedited WIP in a brand new genre. Before this time,  it was my personal policy to not run unedited excerpts. But doing so introduced Breeder to the world, and I believe, played a large part in the success of the book. (Another part of its success was the huge support I received from the author community) Breeder has since surpassed Unexpected Consequences as my most successful (profitable) book to date.

September 2013 I had 10,000 visitors in a single month for the first time.

April 9, 2014 I added a widget to allow visitors to sign up to receive email notification of my blog posts. (It’s in the sidebar!)

May 22, 2014 “Why some books sell and others don’t” became my most popular blog post ever with 2,384 hits that day (without being “chrossed”) and 95 comments (about half were my responses to comments). Between that blog, and the next day’s on promotion, tips learned from RT, I doubled my number of blog subscribers to 200. Due to those two blogs, I ended the month with 14,167 visits and 21,409 page views.

July 28, 2014 Melissa Weeks posted the 10,000th comment on my blog!

December 11, 2014 The 1000th blog!

What’s next? Well, I expect that late  in 2015, I will get my 500,000th visitor, and possibly my 1 millionth page view.When that happens, of course, there will be a prize!

But, I realize 259 blogs in a year (and the year isn’t over yet) is WAY too much, even though some posts were guest blogs I didn’t write. A good number were weekend snippet hops. For a while I posted a different excerpt for Saturday Spankings and Weekend Writing Warriors, I’ve since started posting one blog for both.

Time spent blogging is time not spent writing books. And my 200 blog subscribers probably don’t want to receive 5 emails a week from me. So in 2015, I plan to taper off a bit. I may have to go to Bloggers Anonymous.

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Blog No. 999 & a sexy, spanky excerpt from Reasonable Doubts!

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_ReasonableDoubts_400x600In this scene from Reasonable Doubts, a Rod and Cane Society spanking romance, widow Liz Davenport has begun to date. She and her new man have reached the point where they are going to sleep together. She hasn’t yet told him that what she really wants is to be spanked…. (We’re in Grant’s point of view)…

They rode the elevator to his floor in silence. Liz focused on the lighted panel; Grant concentrated on her. A becoming flush stained her cheeks, and she parted her lips, breathing through her mouth as if she needed the extra oxygen. The rapid rise and fall of her chest drew his attention to the tight material of her tank, tented by hard nipples. Soon, he’d be able to have her naked, the way he’d imagined. She’d be satin and silk against his body. Soft and warm.

Maybe. If she didn’t back out again. “Are you sure you okay with this?” he asked. Say yes. He’d tried to be gallant, chivalrous, but, damn, he desired this woman. He’d lugged a length of wood around all evening. Through all three of their dates.

She shook her head. “But I want to do it anyway.”

It was as close to a yes as a no could get. Grant took her hand. She squeezed. Her bones felt delicate, her skin smooth and cool. “Are you one of those women who is always cold?”

“’Fraid so,” she said. “My fingers are like Popsicles in winter.”

The elevator jerked to a stop, and the doors opened. Still holding her hand, he urged her out.

Inside his condo, he flipped on the switch in the foyer then led her to the sunken living room. He grabbed a remote from the coffee table and punched a couple of the buttons. The overhead lights dimmed, the gas log flamed, and long drapes peeled back to reveal the city’s sparkling night skyline. Atmosphere.

Liz laughed.

“Too cheesy?” He cocked his head. “Or not enough?” He punched another button and a low, jazzy tune floated into the room.

She glided over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He noticed her hands had warmed. A kiss brushed his lips. “Thank you for making me laugh.”

He splayed his hands over her ass. Perfect fit. He urged her to press her pelvis against his erection. “Laughter wasn’t quite the effect I was going for.” But he’d take anything that put her at ease. Put her in his arms. In his bed.

Grant kissed her, exploring her mouth, stroking and caressing. He slid one palm from her ass to her breast and covered the mound, stroked its hard tip with his thumb. Liz emitted a tiny moan and rubbed his cock. He took it as a green light. All systems go.

He kissed her eyelids and her temple before nibbling his way down her neck. Roses. He sniffed. She smelled like roses. And…honey? The juncture between her neck and shoulder demanded a kiss, and he brushed his mouth there. Yes, honey.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he murmured.

Liz shook her head.

“Tea?” He held his breath.

“No.”

“Good. I don’t think I have any wine, and I might be out of tea, too.”

She laughed. “What do you have?”

He lifted his head and waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated leer.

“That will do.” She smiled.

He kissed her harder this time, expressing a measure of his pent-up desire, then stepped back. Her lips were pink, swollen. “Let’s go into the bedroom. That way.” He pointed and lightly smacked her ass.

Liz sucked in her breath in an audible gasp.

Had he hit her too hard? He thought he’d only tapped her. “Did I hurt you?”

Eyes wide, she shook her head. She wet her lips. “No. I liked it.”

“That?” He swatted her twice. “Get a move on then.”

A teasing look appeared on her face, and she scurried across the living room with Grant at her heels. In the bedroom, he lit the tray ceiling. Liz’s gaze skipped between him and the king-size bed.

“Still nervous?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted.

He toyed with her thick, lustrous hair. “Me, too,” he said.

“Why are you nervous?”

“We haven’t been together this way before. What if the hydraulic equipment fails? Or what if I drop my pants and you run screaming from the room? Or—worse—what if you laugh?”

She shook her head. “Never would happen.” Liz smoothed her palm over his zipper. His cock strained against the fabric,.

Still maintaining eye contact, Grant shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it in the general direction of the padded bench at the foot of his bed. He didn’t bother to see if it landed on the seat or not. He removed his shirt.

“Okay, your turn.” Grant tugged her tank over her head, then unhooked her bra to release her pert breasts, the nipples like hard berries. Irresistible. He dipped his head and captured one in his mouth. She gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair. He laved the nipple, enjoying the hardness and how she pressed herself more firmly into his mouth.

A concerned lover didn’t play favorites, so the other nipple received equal time. When it grew as hard as the first, he raised his head and hauled Liz to his chest.

The softness of her skin compelled him to plant a hard kiss to her mouth, before returning to the important task of disrobing. He nearly fell over when he toed off his shoes, but she grabbed his arm and steadied him.

“Thanks,” he said.

“I’d hate for you to gash your head on the bedpost. That could spoil the moment.”

“The way I feel now, I could make it work anyway.”

“You’re a trouper.”

He unzipped his pants. She didn’t hesitate this time and undid hers, shimmying out of them with the cutest wiggle. Her breasts bounced. She kicked off her sandals.

His shorts joined the pile on the floor. Her eyes flashed with appreciation and heat, and he felt ridiculously proud. But humbled, too. Only her bikini panties remained. Tiny lacy red ones. He arched his eyebrows, and she flushed then hooked her thumbs into them and pulled them down her legs. Neatly trimmed curls covered her mound.

“I knew you’d look this way without your clothes.”

She hesitated. “What way is that?”

“Naked,” he answered.

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re silly.”

“You’re beautiful.”

She meandered her gaze over his body in a palpable sweep before focusing on his cock. It basked in her attention, drooling happily.

He following her to the bed, getting a good view of her nude backside. He’d never been as ass man, but damn if she didn’t have a fine one, tight and rounded. He slapped it. “I have the strangest urge to spank you right now,” he teased.

In the process of climbing onto the mattress, Liz froze. She peered back at him. The sizzling heat in her eyes shot straight to his cock. Fuck. Another look like that, and he could embarrass himself. “Do it,” she dared him. “Spank me.”

He’d hadn’t meant it, but now she’d challenged him. “Have you been a bad girl?” he asked with mock sternness.

“Very bad.” She almost purred.

He plopped his ass on the bed’s edge. He patted his lap.  “Over here then.”

Before he could blink, a warm woman draped across his thighs. Openhanded, he smacked her buttock. Crack! He and Liz both flinched. A red handprint appeared on her ass.

“Shit! I’m sorry.” He expected her to spring off his lap.

She bumped his erection. “No, it was good.”

Good? How could it be good? From the sound, the mark, the way she’d jerked, he’d hurt her. He didn’t know his own strength. “This is a bad idea.” To his relief, the imprint of his hand was receding.

She squirmed. “It’s okay. Please, don’t stop.”

He cupped his hand this time and pulled back on his swing. He scarcely tapped her, loath to hurt her. Liz raised her bottom as if trying to meet his palm.

Despite his best efforts not to leave a mark, her skin blushed pink. The oddest sort of desire rippled through him, leaving a wake of guilt. What sort of man enjoyed hitting women? Who got off on whaling on her ass? On the sight of reddened skin?

Reasonable Doubts Blurb

Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband–a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval  JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?

Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.

But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?

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rc mugThat’s all folks! If you want more, you’re going to have to buy the book. :-) Reasonable Doubts will be released Tuesday, January 13, 2015 on Amazon. If you’d like to be notified when it comes out, sign up for my New Release Newsletter. You’ll only get an email when I have a new release to announce. Subscribe today and you’ll also be entered to win a Rod and Cane Society coffee mug! Several mugs will be awarded. The winners will be announced in the inaugural issue of the newsletter.

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One more thing

If you haven’t read the first Rod and Cane Society romance, you should grab it now while it’s cheap! Unexpected Consequences is currently on sale until 3 a.m. CST tomorrow (Thursday) for the low, low price of 99 cents! Tomorrow the price goes back up to $3.99.

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Guest blog: Ashe Barker on FAITH, her new BDSM romance

faithBy Ashe Barker

Thanks for inviting me over here today, Cara. I’m loving getting out and about chatting about Faith, my latest release and my first book to be published with Stormy Night. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind, but fabulous so far.

Faith goes on general release this week, and you’ll be able to grab a copy from:

Amazon.com

Faith and Ewan are next-door neighbours, though they don’t really know each other. Ewan is away a lot for his work, Faith is newly-married and busy with her job, her husband, her garden. She might be quietly attracted to the gorgeous man living next door but nothing will ever come of it. His live-in submissive is Faith’s friend, and despite her curiosity about their lifestyle Faith can’t quite bring herself to accept the occasional screams she can hear through the bedroom wall, or the bruising on her friend’s body.

Some men are just too dangerous to know.

But life is rarely tidy, and when the pair are thrown together through a tragic twist of fate matters take a new and unexpected turn. Their relationship blossoms. Faith is lonely, confused, but hopelessly drawn to Ewan despite her reservations about his kinky lifestyle. It’s only a matter of time before the urge to experiment overwhelms her.

Here’s the blurb…

After her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: Ewan is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.

Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand, Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.

Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?

 An excerpt from Faith

“Could you love a submissive?”

“I do love a submissive. I thought I made that plain too. Even if that submissive is slow on the uptake and not quite ready yet to accept the truth of her nature. And mine.”

I’m trying not to be side-tracked, but I can’t suppress my smile. I continue. “This can’t be casual for me. If we do this…”

“When we do this.” He corrects me, his tone gentle but definite. “You brought the cuffs and the crop. I intend to make use of them.”

faith“…when we do this, it makes our relationship even more—intimate. Even more personal than before. Does that make sense?”

“It makes perfect sense.”

He pushes himself to his feet and steps forward. Standing before me, he grasps a handful of my hair and tilts my head back. He doesn’t pull quite hard enough to hurt, but I know I shouldn’t resist. His face is inches from mine, the deep brown of his eyes gleaming. I’m mesmerised, could not look away if I wanted to. His expression is stern, intense, and utterly sexy. My stomach is doing cartwheels and my knickers are disgracefully wet too. I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me with one arched eyebrow. It seems he has more to say.

“I made my terms clear earlier. I want you as my submissive. I’ll teach you, train you. I’ll help you. I’ll take care of you. You’ll come to no harm with me. For my part I expect you to obey me, to be honest with me, always. I demand respect and courtesy, and you can expect the same from me. I’ll make the rules, we’ll discuss them, but once you accept there’s no going back. I will enforce those rules, and I’ll punish you when I need to. That discipline will be physical, and it will hurt. So, those are my terms. What are yours?”

I hold his gaze as his grip tightens in my hair. I draw in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t let up. Neither does he rush me. I have time to consider my answer.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be kind to me?”

“Of course.” He narrows his eyes, his expression warming marginally.

“And gentle?”

His jaw flexes, and those gorgeous chocolate-coloured eyes gleam, like hard, polished mahogany. He cups my chin in his free hand. His fingertips trace a light pattern across my cheek. “I’ll never treat you roughly. I’ll never push you around or use any form of force. And I’ll never do anything to you without your consent. Will that do?”

SONY DSCA bit more about me…

I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres.  I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better.

My other titles include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows. All are available from  Amazon.co.uk  Amazon.com   Barnes and Noble  All Romance

You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too.

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Note from Cara: Ashe’s guest blog is my 998th post since I began blogging in April 2010. If you’ve been here before, you know I have a drawing going on. When I post blog No. 1000, somebody who has commented will win a $10 Amazon gift card. So leave Ashe comment about her new book and enter the drawing!

 

 

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UNEXPECTED CONSEQUENCES 99 cents for a limited time! #Spanking #romance

Unexpected Consequences, a Rod and Cane Society spanking romance, is 99 cents on Amazon for a limited time. Sale ends Dec. 11 at 3 a.m. CST when the price goes up to the regular cover price of $3.99.

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Unexpected Consequences is the story of a naive bride who marries a man who belongs to the Rod and Cane Society, a secret organization of men who spank their wives. All Rod and Cane romances are stand-alone books, but as the first one, Unexpected Consequences, introduces the series.

A fifth Rod and Cane, Reasonable Doubts, will be published in January, 13, 2015.

Unexpected Consequences blurb

Newlywed Melania Traynor loves life, shoes, and most of all, her husband Jared – a tall, handsome, protective man with a commanding side. He’s a member of the secret Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who maintain discipline in the home with a loving heart and an open hand. When he tells her he believes in domestic discipline and will spank her if she misbehaves, she enters into their marriage with eyes wide shut confident she’ll never be on the receiving end. But when she disobeys Jared, she discovers that discipline isn’t all talk.

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#SatSpanks, #8Sunday…Reasonable Doubts & the moment of truth

Having been widowed after 24 years of marriage, Liz Davenport is dating a new man. They’ve just arrived at his place to make love for the first time…

Welcome to Saturday Spankings and Weekend Writing Warriors, two weekend blog hops in which authors present short snippets from their work. Mine is from Reasonable Doubts, to release January 13, 2015. You’ve read the set-up. Grant has just kissed Liz. Here’s the snippet:

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_ReasonableDoubts_400x600Would you like a glass of wine?” he murmured.

Liz shook her head.

“Tea?” He held his breath.

“No.”

“Good–I don’t think I have any wine, and I might be out of tea, too.”

She laughed. “What do you have?”

He lifted his head and waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated leer.

 

Reasonable Doubts–What’s it about? The Blurb:

Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband–a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval  JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?

Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.

But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?

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