Let’s begin with shadow #dragons…from Destiny’s Chance #PNR, #8Sunday

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Coming to Amazon & Kindle Unlimited July 25

Hey, Weekend Warriors, I decided to do a switcheroo and excerpt from my upcoming new release, Destiny’s Chance. This is an erotic paranormal, not paranormal like shifters and vamps, but paranormal like ESP, reincarnation, and other supernatural phenomenon.

Destiny’s Chance is difficult to excerpt from without revealing a spoiler, because there are all sorts of little surprises throughout the story. I think readers will appreciate the story more if they discover what has happened — rather than if they’re told up front. That said, I know that as soon as the first reviews hit, the story will be “spoiled.” (For some reason, reviewers seem to love giving spoilers on my stories!).

So, rather than start at the beginning, I will  pick random passages I happen to like. This is one of my favorites:

Drawn blinds covered the bedroom windows, but moonlight spilled in through the rounder above to spotlight the bed and cast the room in twilight rather than darkness. Her back to him, she formed a slight speed bump on his side. He stripped to his boxers and slid between the sheets.

Tree branches rustled against the house like whispering ghosts. Shape-shifting shadows skittered across the ceiling, assumed form as fire-breathing dragons while the woman beside him wafted an incongruous gentle melody of warmth and scent. She surprised him at every turn, yet there was the oddest familiarity about the change in her.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.


He jumped at the soft sound of her voice. On the ceiling, dragons leaped to full alert.

Destiny’s Chance Blurb

Fate gave her a chance for love.  Is she brave enough to accept it?

Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

That’s all until release day! Check out the awesome authors of Weekend Writing Warriors by clicking on the logo.

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Spotlight: Human Surrender: Five Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas #erotic #SFR

I’m thrilled to present Human Surrender: Five Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas, 175K words of hotness from some awesome author friends! ~ Cara


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Fierce alien warriors don’t ask.

They take, they claim, and they conquer – even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.

Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:

  • Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara
  • Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
  • His Human Slave by Renee Rose
  • Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
  • Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**

13613696_891933270914977_3681997486879587666_oTaking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.

They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

A lot can happen in 720 hours…

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.

Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.

 Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

On my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.

The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.

I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.

Excerpt  From His Human Slave by Renee Rose

He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”

She didn’t move.

His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”

Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.

She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.

“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.

She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.

Where to look… Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.

Moisture gathered between her legs.

He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?

The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.

Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.

When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.

He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.

Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.

Renee Rose

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter.

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Play the Oxymoron Game & enter to win a $10 Amazon gift card #giveaway

oxymoronOxymoron is such a harsh sounding word; I think maybe it’s the “moron” part. But, I love the concept and the effect. An oxymoron is a figure of speech in which the words seem to contradict each other. Years ago, author Nora Robert used oxymorons for the title of her books: Public Secrets, Carnal Innocence, Divine Evil. I love it!

What people may not realize is that the title of my upcoming release, Destiny’s Chance is an oxymoron. Destiny is an act of fate, something that is pre-determined, and chance is an act of randomness. Chance and Destiny also are the names of the hero and heroine. I chose their names quite deliberately. Although Destiny and Chance are fated to meet, they have  choice in deciding their future.

To celebrate the upcoming release, I’ve designed a fun little game with a chance to earn a prize.

Play the Oxymoron Game and enter to win a $10 Amazon gift card!

  1. To enter,  read the blurb and excerpt to Destiny’s Chance and leave a comment about the blurb or excerpt AND give me your favorite oxymoron. If you’re drawing a blank and  can’t think of one, you can get an oxymoron here. (I think drawing a blank would be considered an oxymoron, too).
  2. Please note: you need to provide a NEW oxymoron, not use one that has already been used in the graphic or by someone else.
  3. Post your answer in the comments, being sure to leave your email address.
  4. The winner’s name will be announced in my newsletter on July 25. If you already subscribe, great! All you have to do is open the newsletter on July 25, find your name and email me back. If you’re not a subscriber, you can sign up here. (You can unsubscribe at any time by clicking on a link in the newsletter).

Destiny's Chance 600 x 900Destiny’s Chance blurb

Fate gave her a gift.  Is she brave enough to accept it?

Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

An excerpt from Destiny’s Chance

(In this scene, Destiny is the hospital after an accident that killed her best friend, Zoe.)

Destiny expelled her breath in a heavy sigh and reached for the phone to try her parents one more time.

What the hell? She’d been too wrought by news of Zoe’s death to pay attention to much else, but now she noticed her arm looked…weird. Her wrist seemed thinner, her skin paler, the hair so fine it appeared almost nonexistent. And when had she gotten acrylic nails?

Her pulse rate doubled. The arm, the hand, the silver infinity ring on the index finger weren’t hers, but she recognized them. She fixated on the ID bracelet encircling the skinny wrist. RICHARDS, ZOE. And her friend’s date of birth.

They got the bodies mixed up. Gave you the wrong wristband.

But they couldn’t have switched arms. She flipped her hands over.

Destiny ripped back the covers and swore in frustration when the bed rail fought her frantic efforts to lower it. She forced it down, but her hospital gown caught in the metal. She tore it loose and scrambled for the bathroom.

Bruised and battered, Zoe stared at her from the mirror over the sink.

A nightmare. Wake up! Wake up! “No! No!” Slapping her face, Destiny searched for her plump cheeks, her ski-jump schnoz, and the mocha-brown eyes she considered one of her best features. The image mimicked her movements but presented high cheekbones loved by the camera, a perfect nose, and large blue eyes gone feral.

She yanked up her hospital gown. Where were her hips? Her boobs! She stared at her flat chest. She dropped the gown and screamed.

A nurse charged into the bathroom. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“My face!” she yelled. “What happened to my face?”

Post a comment about the blurb or excerpt AND give me an oxymoron for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card.

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On 23 years of marriage, banana pudding, secrets, and #spanking…


Married ~ 23 years ago

This month my husband and I celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary. We’ve been together for a total of 28 years.

Also this month, I learned he loves banana pudding. After 28 years, how could I not have known this?

I know he loves mashed potatoes and gravy, Italian cream cake, cookies and milk, and lemon meringue pie (Yeah, he has a sweet tooth; I know that, too), and that he likes banana cream pie, but I never knew he really, really likes banana pudding. (Of course, if he likes the pie, it makes sense he’d like pudding).

I guess it’s always possible to be surprised by someone you think you know well. Although we never lived together before we got married, we dated for five years and spent a lot of time together. If we weren’t at work, we were together. I didn’t think there wasn’t anything we hadn’t discussed, and certainly we’d reached agreement on big issues before we got married.

But surprise! We would both agree now that the first six months of our marriage were tough.Tough as in, we were both thinking, “Boy, this was a big mistake.” We went from never fighting to fighting almost all the time over the smallest, stupidest stuff. But we hung in there, worked out our differences, and made it work.

The point is even though you can think you know somebody well, you still can be surprised.

Such is the case with Destiny Grable and Chance Everett, the hero and heroine of Destiny’s Chance. They’re platonic friends, but she has loved him from afar for a very long time. And then through a tragic circumstance, fate brings them together. Destiny discovers Chance has a secret kink: he likes to spank. But Destiny is hiding a far greater secret, and if Chance finds out, it could be the end of everything.

Destiny’s Chance ~ Coming July 25, 2016

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Destiny's Chance 600 x 900Fate gave her a gift.  Is she brave enough to accept it?

Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.



What have you learned about your partner that surprised you?


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Spotlight: Salvatore by Natasha Knight, dark mafia romance, #giveaway @NatashaKnight13, @Givemebooksblog


 Title: Salvatore
Series: Benedetti Brothers #1

Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2016

It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.That was five years ago.

Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me.

I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.18

I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.

I was his, and he was mine. 

My very own monster.

SalvatoreI owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?

I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.

Until Lucia.

Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.

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USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.
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Trapped with the Cyborg: one crazy chick…#8Sunday #ScifiRom #SFR


After a hook-up, Sonny and Amanda were basking in the post-coital glow, teasing each other, when bam-o, she jumps up and hauls ass, seemingly for no good reason. In Sonny’s POV, the next morning…

Sonny slid out of bed. Picking up chicks like her explained how people ended up having to buy their body parts back on the black market. Everything had seemed to be going so well. They’d been joking around and then, kaboom. What in the galaxy could have set her off?

At least he wouldn’t have to deal with her again. Not my Arcanian festival, not my ringed wervic.

Except, damn his cybernetic senses. He’d spotted the flash of pain in her eyes before she’d camouflaged it with anger. Without intending to, he’d hurt her.

It must have been something he said…it usually is, right?

Thanks for visiting Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll continue with Trapped with the Cyborg. I have a paranormal release coming up: Destiny’s Chance (click on the link for a sneak peek).

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Book Description

The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love…

Amanda Mansfield has faced challenges in her life: the disapproval of her critical father and the near-fatal accident that ended a promising military career and resulted in her transformation to cyborg. Now a Cyber Operations field agent, she volunteers to lead the most dangerous Cy-Ops mission ever: infiltrating enemy territory to find the secret hideaway of a terrorist mastermind. The last thing she needs is an added complication.

Like him. Sonny Masters. Her partner. A streetwise former thug turned cyber operative with a lethal grin. He can’t seem to understand she’s in charge and does not require his protection. He’s everything she dislikes—and everything her body wants.

If they can keep their hands off each other long enough to complete the mission, they might just get out alive…

Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) is a standalone read.

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Rod and Cane 6, Irresistible Attractions, a Golden Flogger finalist for best #BDSM book of the year


Irresistible Attractions, Rod and Cane Society 6, is a Golden Flogger Award finalist for Best BDSM book of the year. It was among 201 books nominated by BDSM Writer’s Con. There are now 38 finalists, comprising nine categories. Wow! I’m honored that Irresistible Attractions has made it this far–it faces some stiff competition from some well-known, excellent authors.

See the list of finalists here.

It’s really amazing the attention the Rod and Cane Society series has gotten. So many readers have told me they were first introduced to my work through Rod and Cane, and remember the first book fondly (Unexpected Consequences).

Irresistible Attractions was loads of fun to write. I love the dynamic between Billionaire Jordan Bevy and college student Hannah Laurie. Jordan was a secondary character in other Rod and Cane books. As a Dom, he put his foot down and let me know he was second to none, and deserved his own book. Yes, sir!

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Book Description

College student Hannah Laurie works nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of domestic discipline practitioners. As she cleans the mansion headquarters, she becomes fascinated by the idea of being spanked. One evening, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Billionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, ensures 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 and give her a hand?

Everything seems like fun and games, until their relationship deepens and their respective worlds collide and clash. Can a lowly cleaner girl ever find acceptance in her boyfriend’s monied world?

An excerpt from Irresistible Attractions

Through the gap, a flash of movement caught his attention, and he yanked back the curtains.

“Holy shit!” Crouched on a spanking bench, Hannah pulled up her skirt and mooned him through the two-way. What a gorgeous ass she had. So very spankable, she proceeded to do just that—she slapped herself. Through the audio system, he could hear the smack. After several light spanks, she scurried to the implement wall, grabbed a cane of all things, and reseated herself.

He felt like the worst sort of Peeping Tom, mesmerized by the little cleaner girl’s delectable derriere and guilty expression of pleasure. Her strikes were too tentative to cause any damage or leave marks, but her sassy giggle shot straight to his cock as if she’d licked him. “You’re such a naughty girl,” she scolded herself.

Good intentions crashed. He depressed the button on the intercom. “Yes, you are a naughty girl,” he said into the mic.

Hannah screamed. The cane flew out of her hand, and she vaulted off the apparatus with an Olympic dismount worthy of the gold if he ever saw one. He released the button and roared with laughter.

Still chuckling, he drew the drapes, locked the room, and went to confront her.

She’s too young.

All the more reason to teach the curious little miss a lesson. Maybe he rationalized his actions, but she didn’t seem quite as young as she had an hour ago.

Hannah stood across the room, hands clasped to her chest, her face pinker than her curvy bottom was going to be. Doing his best not to laugh, he affected a frown. “Is this what you do when you’re supposed to be working?”

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” She twisted her hands. “I-I’ve never…t-this was the first t-time. I’ll never do it again, I p-promise.”

Jordan picked up the cane she’d dropped. On the more severe side of the implement family, the cane wasn’t for newbies. He replaced it on the wall. “Have you ever been spanked? I mean, other than the one you gave yourself?”

Pink deepened to crimson, and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you,” he said.


“Excuse me?”

“No, sir.” She focused on his shirt button.

“That’s better.” The response he’d sought shot straight to his groin. “Did you like spanking yourself?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“It’s considered polite to look at someone when he addresses you.”

Her lovely brown eyes swam with tears, and he almost relented. She had been goofing off on the job, the equivalent of skateboarding down the hallway, but he had no wish to cause her true distress or for her to develop a negative association with spanking.

Jordan approached her, stopped a few feet short of touching her. “I ask again. Did you enjoy it? Tell the truth.”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Hannah?” Her name came out on a growl.

A slight nod. “Yes, sir.”

“What should happen to someone who plays when she should be working?” he asked.

“I guess you should r-report me t-to Tidy Titans.”

“Is that what you want?”

“No, sir.”

“Perhaps we can agree on an alternative.”

“Like what?”

He shifted his gaze to the wall of implements.

“A spanking?” she squeaked.

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Taking the summer off…sort of…

Summer FunI consider writing to be the most important thing I do. Since I went Indie in 2014, I’ve written more than ever before. I used to write about 100,000 words per year. In 2015 I wrote 264,918 words and produced seven new books. In the first six months of this year, I produced four new ebooks, a new audio book, and just finished writing a 15K short story for anthology to be released in the fall.

When I’m not writing, I revise and edit. Between writing and editing,  I squeeze in promo: blogging, sending out books for review, posting on Facebook, sending out newsletters, participating in special events, and advertising. For about the first two weeks of a book’s release, I’m too busy with promo to write, but then I jump right in and begin writing the next book. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

What I haven’t had time for is re-releasing backlisted titles–and they are piling up. As publishing rights  have reverted to me, the books have been removed from publication. I have seven previously published stories that need to be re-released–plus the rights to another book will revert to me in the fall, adding up to eight. In addition, I have a collection of short stories I wrote years ago I would love to publish.

Re-releasing means getting a cover, reading the story again, writing a new blurb, planning a promotion campaign — and scheduling/spacing out the release so that it doesn’t interfere with new books.

How do I work in the backlisted books  when I produce a new book every other month?

Short answer: I can’t. The hours in the day do not exist.

So I’m taking the summer off from writing and producing new works to re-introduce some backlisted titles. It also will give my brain a rest from plotting and writing and editing. And it will allow me to maybe blog just for fun.

The first “new old book” to be released will be Destiny’s Chance, a paranormal spanking romance first released in 2013. It’s not paranormal like shifters and vamps, but like psychic phenomenon and reincarnation. Contemporary with a woo-woo twist — and hot sex and spanking. You can check out the cover and blurb here.

Do you ever take a break from writing? What are your summer plans?

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Spotlight on Callie’s Daddy by Mary Wehr

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Callie’s Daddy blurb

Twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.

Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?

Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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An excerpt from Callie’s Daddy

Brandon lowered his head so she couldn’t see his mouth twitching in amusement. His soon-to-be wife was strong-willed, but when it came down to it, she was still his princess, craving authority. “I’m not happy with you right now, but let’s not discuss it here. It’s time you learned how things are going to work in this relationship.”

“I know how things are going to work,” she countered hotly. “What the hell have we been doing these past couple of months?”

Brandon took a deep breath. As angry as he was, he didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he marched her to her car and stood silently by until she was safely seated inside her yellow Volkswagen. Before closing the door, he grasped her chin. She jerked her head in defiance and he clicked his tongue in warning. “Buckle up, brat and no more of your shenanigans. Go straight home. I’ll be right behind you all the way.”

* * *

I’ll be right behind you all the way. That’s what he thinks. Obeying stop signs this late at night when there weren’t any cars on the road was just a plain old waste of time, according to Callie’s way of thinking. More so because she was determined to arrive at the brownstone way before Brandon did. He didn’t seem himself tonight. Granted, she had disobeyed him, but she could take care of herself. That didn’t pardon her lying to him, but all should be good after he punished her. It always had been before. She loved the man, but he paid attention to too many rules that really weren’t needed at times. Callie parked the car, grabbed her purse, and ran up three cement steps leading to her apartment.

A door being slammed shut echoed in the distance and could very well rival the blast of a gunshot. Brandon possessed a heavy hand. Soon that hand would connect with her butt. Solid footsteps came to a stop behind her and she stiffened. Her fingers went slack and the keys hit the ground.

He bent over and picked up the keys. “Dammit, woman, where the hell did you get your driver’s license, in a box of Cracker Jack? You went through every stop sign as if you owned them.”

Hands on her hips, Callie snapped, “I did not. I slowed down to make sure there were no other cars coming.”

Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Slowing down is a far cry from stopping, Callie.”

He looked and sounded exhausted. Her shoulders slumped. “You’re obviously tired from your flight and I’m feeling all sorts of a fool right now.” She should forget all about Bailey. He wasn’t worth the aggravation.

Brandon unlocked the door and ushered her inside. She sensed him following close behind. She dropped her purse on the kitchen table at the same time Brandon threw down her keys. In her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes. “I need a shower.” On the way to the bathroom, she said, “Bailey’s forcing some of the girls to have sex with a few select customers. I just know it. They either agree or lose their jobs. These girls have nobody to help them. I’m surprised he hasn’t approached me or Colleen yet. If he did I’d file charges so fast his head would spin.”

“That’s exactly why he won’t approach you or Colleen,” he barked from the doorway. “You both wear your disgust for the man on your faces whenever you look at him. He’s not stupid.”

Callie retraced her steps and stopped a few feet away from him. “I never said he was.”

“You and Colleen aren’t at all timid. He likes girls who are more naïve and gullible. They crave the attention of men no matter what kind it is. It appears to me they either have a daddy who spoils them, one who doesn’t care, or don’t have one at all.”

Callie’s insides melted and all her anger flew out the window. He had one shoulder propped against the doorway, his long legs crossed at the ankles. He looked quite dashing in his suit. She closed the distance between them. His arms drew her close and she held on tight breathing in his scent, exhilarating in the fact that he was hers. He made no move to release her and Callie was content to stay in his arms forever. But nothing ever lasted forever. He gently but firmly pushed her away from him. His disconcerting eye made her anxious. Something was wrong. Did his mood have something to do with Mark showing up?

His hands fell to his sides. “We need to have a serious talk, you and I.”

“Is it because of Mark? If it is, I had no clue he’d show up.”

He shook his head even before she finished speaking. “I trust you completely, Callie. Judging by his expression, you successfully put him in his place. It’s something else.”

His tone unsettled her. Callie backed her way to the bed and sat down with her hands folded in her lap. He’d probably lost his patience with her. She took a deep breath, expelling it in a loud whoosh. Maybe he was going to break up with her. Tears burned her eyes. “Then what’s wrong?”

“You and me.”

It felt as if her heart dropped to her feet. A tear fell down her cheek and she hurriedly wiped it away, but not before he saw it.

The mattress sank beneath his weight and she fell against him. He gathered her onto his lap. “Hey, it’s not that bad. There’s no need for tears.”

“You’re not breaking up with me?”

“Of course not, but we need to set some rules here.”

“I thought we had rules.”

“Yes, we do, but we never discussed the proper punishment when you break the rules and that’s my fault. For example, when you have to be somewhere early in the morning and instead of going right to bed the night before and get your proper rest, you disobey me and stay up late on the Internet. That would require a bare bottom spanking with my hand.”

She picked up his hand and examined it closely. “You have a strong palm.”

“Aw, come on now. Your bottom was made just for me. Full rounded cheeks can handle my punishments,” he teased. “What I’m saying is there are different punishments for different things. Remember when we discussed certain categories?”

Callie’s senses went on high alert. “Mild to severe, you mean?”

“Yes. I’m afraid I’ve been way too lenient with you, princess and it’s going to stop, right here, right now.”

“But this is the first time I ever lied to you.”

“Yes, it is.”

“So, no brownie points for a first-time offense, huh?”

“Not when it comes to fibbing.”

Callie shifted on his lap. There wasn’t a soft bit of flesh on his body. She peeked at his face. His mouth was firm, his expression unyielding. “This spanking is going to be a bad one, isn’t it?”

Author Bio:

Mary lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and a variety of pets inside the house and outside. Critters are always running around in her backyard looking for food. Being outside and surrounded by nature is her favorite pastime. She loves to read and write romances with strong stern heroes and sassy, feisty ladies. She writes Historical Westerns and Contemporary romances. ‘Callie’s Daddy’ is her first Ageplay romance.

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Author Interview: Jessica Subject on BRYCE, #SFR Galactic Defenders series


Cara Bristol: How did you come with the idea for Bryce?

Jessica Subject: Bryce is the rewrite of a story I wrote at the beginning of my writing career, before I was published. It began as an alien living on Earth story, but after several edits, and a letter from a bestselling, well-respected author, who is also a friend, I decided to take the story from what it was, and make it better. Bryce went from being an alien who worked for the local police force to being an alien hunter sent to Earth to destroy the Erebus who had been spotted there. Lindsay was a woman who found out her father came from another planet in the first draft, but in the final version, she’s the long lost Princess of Hemera who escaped to Earth when her planet was invaded by the Erebus.

Cara Bristol: If you could spend a whole day with one of the characters from Bryce, where would you go and what would you do?

Jessica Subject: I love the majority of the characters in this story, so it’s so hard to pick. But, I think I would want to spend some time on the carrier in a training simulation with Bryce and his squad.

Cara Bristol: If Bryce was made into a movie, which stars would you want to play your Hero and Heroine?

Jessica Subject: I would have Tom Welling as Bryce, Angie Harmon as Lalia, and Priyanka Chopra as Katrina.

Cara Bristol: There are many alien species in Bryce. How did you come up with them, and how do you keep them distinct?

Jessica Subject: Yes, besides those from Earth, I have at least seven species from planets across the universe. I found the inspiration for some on Pinterest, and others from my own mind. I keep a record of each species and which characters are which in a notebook, on a spreadsheet in Excel, and on a board in Scrivener. I keep each up-to-date so I have all the information depending on where I’m writing. The characters who are part of the Galactic Alliance are mostly humanoid, but each has at least one or two characteristics that makes them distinctly different from us on Earth.

Cara Bristol: Do you have a playlist for Bryce?

Jessica Subject: I don’t have one for this book specifically, but I do have one for the Galactic Defenders series. It includes Dark Horse by Katy Perry, Won’t Turn Back by Our Lady Peace, All I Got by Chantal Kreviazuk, Breathe by The Prodigy, Breathe by Nickelback, Out of the Darkness by Republica, Superbeast by Rob Zombie, Cruel World by Econoline Crust, and Move Like a Soldier by Kristina Maria. I keep adding more songs all the time.

Cara Bristol: What is your go-to movie or TV show on Netflix?

Jessica Subject: I just finished watching all the seasons of Deadliest Catch and The Killjoys on Crave TV, and am now watching Orphan Black. I found a show called Dark Matter on Netflix, and have been watching that as well. As for movies, I love The Martian, The Host, Jurassic World, Pacific Rim… I could go on and on.

Cara Bristol: Where is one place you would like to travel for story research?

Jessica Subject: Space, where else? Though, I’d love to train with astronauts at the Johnson Space Center. Oh, and visiting an underground bunker would be cool, too.

Cara Bristol: What is the biggest thing that people think they know about sci-fi romance that readers think they know that just isn’t true?

Jessica Subject: Because this genre combines two different genres, there are many assumptions from both sides. Some Sci-Fi readers believe that SFR is sex with aliens, sex in space, or something similar, that no research was involved in creating the story at all. On the romance side, some readers believe that SFR is too technical, or has too much world building and becomes boring with all the unnecessary details. While some of those assumptions are true with some of the SFR books I’ve read, SFR ranges from one extreme to the other. My favorites always fit right in the middle with just the right amount of world-building and hot sex.

Cara Bristol: Since this genre is part science fiction, what cool gadgets do you have in this story?

Jessica Subject: I don’t just have cool gadgets, but also use some theoretical technology that we don’t know if it really exists, but it would be awesome if it does. I have the usual com units, which come in wrist units, tablets, and wall units. The Defenders use WHM technology which allows them to create a wormhole to jump from one part of a planet to another part. They cannot use them to jump beyond the planet they are on, though. And the carrier ship belonging to the Galactic Alliance jumps through portals in space to get from one galaxy to another.

Cara Bristol: What are you currently working on?

Jessica Subject: I am working on expanding a sci-fi romance story called Beyond Reach. It was previously published, but was changed to suit the line it was published under. I’ve changed it back to the darker story I originally wrote it as, and am expanding the ending. I’m also busy plotting the next book in the Galactic Defenders series, Jager (the J has a Y sound).

Bryce blurb

  keep-calm-and-love-a-defenderA dedicated Defender…

Bryce fell in love once, but after Lalia was ripped away from him, he locked his heart from feeling anything for anyone else. Instead, he devotes his life to the Galactic Alliance, killing every bloodthirsty Erebus he comes across.

A shunned princess…

Lalia Comosova fell in love with the wrong man. When her parents learned of her transgressions, they sent her to Earth to hide her error in judgment from the rest of the kingdom.

A second chance?

When these lovers are reunited after many years apart, they have a chance to find happiness together. But fate steps in and threatens to rip them apart as it did years ago.

Bryce excerpt

Bryce raised his crossbow, lining his sights on the creature standing amongst the bushes, its branch-like tentacles undulating in the gentle breeze. Focusing the crosshairs on the alien’s torso, he drew in a deep breath. He had one shot. If he missed, the Erebus would cry out and alert the natives of Terra to its existence, resulting in more casualties. At first glance, no one on the planet, also called Earth, would believe an Erebus anything more than an overgrown bush, but Bryce knew the truth. He’d trained to hunt the creatures from childhood.

Each step carefully placed, he advanced until he stood twenty feet from the Erebus, no chance to miss the shot. With a slight movement of his finger, he squeezed the trigger, sending a zuranium-tipped arrow racing toward the alien.

“Quinn, would you grab me another garbage bag?”

Fornax. The creature lunged toward the female voice, Bryce’s arrow stuck in one of its tentacles. A kill, but not instant.

He loaded another arrow. At the risk of being seen, he charged through the hedges. He had to cut the Erebus off before it had a chance to kill the Terran. He leaped over metal furniture and large urns, keeping his focus on the creature.

“What the hell? Get out of my yard!”

The woman rushed him, but Bryce darted around her. When the Erebus lumbered in front of him, he raised his weapon and fired. A clean shot to the middle. The creature dropped like a fallen log, crushing the furniture it landed on.

Bryce loaded the crossbow again. No time to celebrate the kill. He had to worry about the possibility of other Erebus in the area, along with the Terran woman who had seen him. Instead of running away screaming, as he’d expected her to do, she stared, wide-eyed in horror. Not at him, but the Erebus. Her body trembled as she shuffled backward, mumbling incomprehensible words.

An unexpected sense of familiarity washed over him. He couldn’t draw his attention away from her slim figure, the way her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Far more attractive than he’d pictured the Terrans when others talked about them. He took a closer glance. Lalia? How had she traveled so far from home without anyone knowing? She was no stranger, and definitely not Terran. Or, perhaps she was simply a doppelganger of the woman he’d once loved. He had the sudden urge to comfort her, relieve her worry. Hold her in his arms the way he had many years ago. But what if the missing princess had somehow made her way to a planet unaware life existed beyond their own? After she’d left Hemera and him behind without so much as a goodbye, he’d searched everywhere. Though not once had he thought to look on Terra.

Bryce 1A ground-shattering bellow pierced the night. Bryce spun around, finding himself face-to-face with another Erebus. It stared at him with beady red eyes. Thick black goop dripped from its mouth.

Bryce raised his bow, but the creature slammed him with one of its tentacles, flinging him back. The Erebus lunged at Lalia.

Rolling to his knees, Bryce aimed and fired. He hit the alien from behind, launching it forward. Onto his former lover. Slinging the bow over his shoulder, he raced toward her. The creature’s tentacles still pulsed, even though dead. Careful not to trip himself up, he shoved his hands under the creature’s torso and heaved it off her.

Lalia stood immediately and wiped the black goop from her clothes, as if she hadn’t been flattened by an alien. “They weren’t supposed to follow me. I was supposed to be safe here.”

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About the Author

Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com.

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