Irresistible Attractions nominated for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Golden Flogger Award


Irresistible Attractions, has been nominated for a Golden Flogger Award for the Best BDSM Book of Year in the advanced category by the BDSM Writers Con 2016! I’d Golden Flogger Award -- Nominee (1)considered Irresistible Attractions to be “BDSM lite,” but I guess one person’s light is another person’s advanced. Lol. I’m just honored my novella has been nominated. The list of nominees is amazing.

BDSM Writer’s Con is a conference for authors, readers and the curious to discover the nuances of domination and submission. It was founded by Dr. Charley Ferrer, a clinical sexologist and expert on BDSM. Golden Flogger Award winners are announced at the conference. This year the conference will be bicoastal – March 31-April 3 in Everett, Wash., and Aug.  18-21 in New York City.

Irresistible Attractions was published in May 2015, and is the sixth book in the Rod and Cane Society spanking romance series.

Here’s the blurb: 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?

Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Tune in next Monday, Dec. 8! I’ll have an interview with Dr. Charley Ferrer, BDSM educator and founder of BDSM Writers Con.

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10 good practices for every author

  1. Antique TypewriterSet goals. Know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and how you’re going to do it. What do you really want to accomplish with your writing? Do you want to quit your day job? Become a best-seller? Achieve critical acclaim?
  2. Have a business plan. Write down your strategy for how you will attain your goals and when.
  3. Review last year’s successes and failures. Analyze what you did that worked and what didn’t. Use that information to set new goals and write your business plan.
  4. Study the market/genre. What’s selling, what’s not? What are the top sellers doing different than the bottom sellers? Take note of changes. Last year’s hot genre may be this year’s dud.
  5. Aim high. Don’t sell yourself short. Don’t just seek out what you’re pretty sure you can get, aim higher than that. Dream big and shoot for the sky. If what you really want is to become a New York Times bestselling author, don’t settle for midlist. Do what it takes to achieve your dreams.
  6. Set a writing word count and stick to it. No excuses. Push yourself to exceed your writing goal. Not only will this allow you to produce more books faster, it will free up more time for you do other things.
  7. Feed the engine, but don’t flood it. This applies to both writing and promotion. You have to be prolific, but you have pace yourself. If you do too little, you won’t gain enough momentum to reach your goals. If you overproduce, you’ll operate at a frenzied level that will lead to burnout.
  8. Be persistent, consistent, and allow time for your strategy to work. It takes years to build a readership. Yeah, some debut authors will hit it out of the ballpark with their first book, but that’s generally not how it goes. There is no secret formula, and if there were, “individual results may vary.”
  9. But conversely, don’t keep slamming your hand in a drawer. If you’ve given it your best and things still aren’t working for you, shake it up. Do something different.
  10. Be flexible because the market is going to change whether you want it to or not. E-publishing has revolutionized publishing. The market can shift quickly, and Amazon, the 600-pound-gorilla, can and will  change the game overnight.

How many of these practices do you follow?

What other practices would you recommend?

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#8Sunday: A hint of danger…a sneak peek at Mated with the Cyborg

I’m baaack….I returned from Europe last week, and I’m ready to participate in Weekend Writing Warriors again. I last ended with a scene from Stranded with the Cyborg, but today, I’m shifting to book two of the Cy-Ops Sci-Fi Romance series, Mated with the Cyborg. I’m holding the cover until the big reveal on Dec. 8. But for now, here’s a little snippet. Mariska, the heroine, has been summoned to appear before her father, whom she has not seen in years.

“You are nervous,” stated R981 in his stilted, but gravelly voice. No other android had vocals like his. His rumbling tone vibrated through her in a most disturbing way.

“No, I’m not,” she quickly refuted. Fear was a flaw. Flaws were punished. Although R981 was assigned to her, he had been programmed to report misbehavior and anomalies to her father.

The solid black orbs of his robotic eyes blinked once. “I detect pupil constriction, increased perspiration and respiration, which indicate fear.”

“I believe you are mistaken and require a full diagnostic. “

And the blurb:

Kai Andros’s orders were simple. Get in. Gather the intel on the terrorist organization. Get out. Then he met her. Mariska. Beautiful. Innocent. Ignorant of her father’s atrocities. And marked for death. His orders said nothing about saving her. But he did. He went off-mission.

Can a rogue cyborg outrun both Cyber Operations and the terrorists to save the woman he loves?

Mated with the Cyborg is an action-packed erotic sci-fi romance between a man with a mission and a woman with a secret that jeopardizes their lives and the fate of the galaxy.

Mated with the Cyborg will be released January 5, 2016.  You can get notified of its release by subscribing to my author newsletter.

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Getting back into the swing of things…slooowly

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We’re not in Kansas, anymore, Toto.

Last Thursday, my husband and I returned from a 19-day trip to Europe. It included a seven-day Danube River Cruise with hotel add-ons in Prague on the front end and Budapest on the back end. We saw a lot of beautiful country, met some nice people, ate a lot, shopped and had a great time.


No trip to Europe would be complete without a fancy church picture.

It was the first trip I’d taken in years in which I did not bring my laptop, so for me it was a real vacation. I thought it would be hard to disconnect, but surprisingly, it wasn’t. I did check email and Facebook from my phone.

Getting there and back was grueling, partly because we used our air miles for part of the trip to save money and the flights weren’t convenient. Going there, we flew (west) from Kansas City, Mo to San Francisco ( then back east across the US)  to Zurich then to Prague. Coming home, we flew from Budapest to Zurich to San Francisco to Seattle, where we spent the night in a hotel, then flew to Kansas City the next morning after which we had a 3-hour drive home.

We left Budapest the morning of Wednesday the 18th and walked in the door at 9 p.m. on Thursday, the 19th.

On Friday, I dropped in to see my mom, went grocery shopping, sorted through the mail, did laundry, paid bills, etc.

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Doesn’t this look like a jigsaw puzzle picture?

Friday evening, my husband I both became ill. It wasn’t pretty, people. We spent all night in the bathroom, most of the next day in bed. I don’t think it was something we picked up in Europe—we suspect it was the hamburgers we ate on the way home from the KC airport.

Saturday morning I managed to go through the edits for Mated with the Cyborg I’d gotten from my editor during my absence and emailed them back to her. On Sunday, I started revisions to a sooper sekrit Rod and Cane story that will be released in an anthology slated for February. I’d written the 15K first draft in the week before I’d left on vacation. I’d promised it to my editor by Dec. 1 and it’s due to the organizer in January.

On Monday, I started writing a dozen guests blogs/interviews for the Mated with the Cyborg book tour I scheduled with Goddess Fish Promotions.

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This isn’t my hand in the photo.

On Tuesday, my nephew, his new wife and father-in-law arrived from out-of-town for an overnight visit.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I was going to cook (ha ha ha ha), but fortunately neighbors invited us over for dinner and all I have make is the yams and cranberry sauce.

I think I need another vacation.

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These statues were in the movie, A Sound of Music.

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A really BIG painting in a Hungarian art museum. There I am on the right.

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The Parliament building (I think, if I remember correctly) in Budapest.


A Holocaust memorial in Budapest. People can buy a leaf and engrave it with the name of a Hungarian relative who died in the Holocaust and hang it on the Weeping Willow tree.

At at outdoor food fair. I sure am glad they translated!

At at outdoor food fair. I sure am glad they translated!

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3x the naughty ~ Unwrapped by Sue Lyndon, Vanessa Vale, & Ava Sinclair

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By Sue Lyndon

Fa la la la la! The holidays are almost upon us. Are you looking for an extra stocking stuffer? Might I suggest my new release, Unwrapped: Three Holiday Novellas. It’s available in print and ebook formats. From dystopian romance to western romance to Victorian romance…there’s something for everyone in this hot collection by me, Vanessa Vale, and Ava Sinclair.

Here’s an excerpt from my story, His by Law:

“Tell me, Lucia, how old are you?”

“Nineteen, sir.”

“You’ve been living on the streets since your uncle’s passing?”

“Yes, sir.”

Each time she said sir, a zing of desire made his cock harden and pulse. He pictured her naked and kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with an imploring gaze as he scolded her for disobeying one of his rules. Tears of remorse would be glistening in her eyes, just as they were now, and she would be trembling with a mixture of fear and desire.

After a proper scolding, he would take her over his knee and give her a sound spanking, not stopping until her behind glowed bright red. Afterwards, he would force her bottom cheeks apart and claim her most secret hole, fucking her in the ass as the final act in her punishment. His blood heated the longer he stared at her, his mind conjuring all sorts of naughty scenarios.

He tapped his chin and began pacing in front of her. Still, she did not move from her place near the fire.

“Lucia, I assume you don’t have any suitors?”

She blushed furiously and shook her head.

Unwrapped blurb:

Put some sizzle in your holiday season with these erotic novellas penned by three of the best-selling authors in the genre.

unwrapped-2In Sue Lyndon’s His by Law, Lucia, a homeless trespasser, finds herself on the wrong side when she enters the home of a wealthy stranger. But she finds more heat than she bargains for when she encounters handsome, dominant Jackson McNabe. Jackson sees potential in the beautiful waif, for he’s in need of a wife. But what seems like a fairy tale for Lucia comes at a price, for Jackson demands obedience and plans to enforce it with spanking. Will the two find love? Or will a sinister plot tear them apart before their holiday marriage can take place?

In Ava Sinclair’s The Christmas Fig: A Tale of Victorian Correction, pretty Millicent Hargrove, finds it hard to wait to find out the contents of her gifts. But her husband Edward, while indulgent, is also firm and warns her not to peek. When she disobeys, Edward decides that her disobedience warrants more than just her usual spanking; he plans to introduce her to the practice of “figging.” Such a punishment is sure to gain her obedience. But can Millicent forgive herself for selfishly violating her husband’s trust and ruining his special surprise?

In Vanessa Vale’s Mistletoe Marriage, Julia Belmont dreams of being married, but she never thought it would take place in a jail to the man she hates. But being forced to the altar through trickery doesn’t diminish her feelings for the man who truly has her heart. When Garrett Rivers discovers the woman he loves has married a dangerous criminal, he is determined to save her. But can he heal Julia’s heart and awaken her deepest passion now that they’re back together? Mistletoe Marriage is a story of Christmas miracles, and Christmas hope.

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No doubt about it…she deserved her own book…#99cent sale


Reasonable Doubts 99 cents until November 26

A kick-ass female defense attorney who is also a spanked wife? The submissive partner in a DD marriage?  When I first started the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline erotic romance series, I   knew secondary character Liz Davenport would one day have her own book. She appears as a secondary character in Unexpected Consequences and Body Politics (and again in Irresistible Attractions, book 6), but it isn’t until book 5, Reasonable Doubts, that Liz got a starring role.

I had to wait for the story to “gel.”  I’m glad I waited because it gave me time to find the perfect man for Liz.  Of all the Rod and Cane books, I think this one is the most like real life. If your secret desire is to be spanked and you want to introduce the subject to your partner, Reasonable Doubts will resonate with you.

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?

Reasonable Doubts excerpt

“So, tell me,” Grant said. “Explain this domestic discipline thing.”


His choice of words touched a nerve. “It’s a lifestyle,” she snapped.

“Okay. Not a thing. Point taken,” Grant conceded, and she had to give him credit for an accurate read of her emotions—a good trait in an HoH. Irritation vanished, and her hopes inched up a notch. Maybe this thing with him could work out.

“Spanking does occur in domestic discipline relationships, but complementary roles are what define it in the broadest sense. One partner leads, and the other person follows. The HoH may spank his—or her—partner but the emphasis is on guidance and teaching. Some HoHs—that’s heads of household—are stricter than others. Some couples have hard and fast rules; others play it by ear. It depends on both partners’ needs. I consider myself to be a feminist. But I like having a supportive partner who guides me into becoming my best self.”

“Spanking does that for you?” Grant toyed with a strand of her hair, but his eyes were serious.

Good grief, she was shaking. Liz pressed her knees together. She didn’t get this nervous before a big case. Grant seemed to be taking this well, but he hadn’t committed to anything. What if, once he had all the facts, he still couldn’t offer what she needed?

She took a breath. “Spanking grounds me in the moment, causes me to focus on the here and now. It’s almost meditative. That’s why I like maintenance spankings.”


“Regular, routine spankings. It’s like a relationship tune-up to reinforce the roles of dominance and submission.” Her pussy contracted as she imagined experiencing that intimacy with Grant. Of him lovingly reddening her bottom and then cuddling her afterwards.

“Wow,” he said, but it didn’t sound like a good wow.

Liz’s heart sank.

“You want me to spank you regularly.” He reiterated her point.

Liz considered recanting her confession to relieve the discomfort but channeled her Elizabeth Alexander persona to remain focused. She couldn’t back down because her well-being and happiness depended on this. “And though I may dislike it and disagree at the time, I want you to discipline me when I need it.”

“You mean…punish you?”

“It’s more complex than that, but yes.”

Reasonable Doubts on Amazon


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A naughty cleaning girl indulges in her #spanking fantasy


During November, I’m featuring my blacklisted books. Here is one of my favorites scenes from Irresistible Attractions, a Rod and Cane Society spanking /BDSM light romance.

As she zoomed over the carpet, it occurred to Hannah she’d missed a primo opportunity to get the goods on the organization by riffling through the documents laid out on the table. Except that would be a huge violation, and she didn’t snoop. She followed the rules. Most of the time.

Vacuuming finished, she wound the cord around the cleats and pushed the machine into the hall, remembering how she’d gotten flustered and left it on the elevator. Jordan Bevy must have thought she was a ditz. Naturally she would make an ass of herself in front of the sexiest man she’d ever encountered. He made the guys at her college look like little kids.

Hannah halted in the doorway giving the room a final perusal. Spic and spank. Dust free. Paddles aligned in neat rows. Benches polished.

She eyed her favorite. Gorgeous cherry grain. Slick, smooth leather, the kind resistant to sweat stains, she suspected. In her fantasies, she knelt on that bench. Dare she try it out for real? Doing so violated the rules, but it wouldn’t disturb anything, and tonight might be her sole chance. Amberlyn would come back—or Tidy Titans would replace her. Either way, she’d never be alone in the mansion again.

Before she lost her nerve, she strode to the apparatus. Spastic butterflies beat frantic wings in her stomach as she knelt on the lower padded seat and relaxed her torso atop the upper one. She wiggled her wrists into the leather loops attached to the front legs. She peeked over her shoulder at her reflection and winced at her big booty, covered in unattractive gray wash-and-wear cotton poly. Not her best feature. Why couldn’t she have had a cute little butt to go along with her short stature?

Hannah freed her hands from the restraints and tugged up the skirt. Her lace thong left her backside near naked. Twisting her arm, she swatted one pasty cheek. Smack! Smack! Buns of steel? More like jiggles of Jell-O. She slapped herself several more times. It was hard to get a good swing. If only she had longer arms…

Or an implement.

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

She tapped herself with the rod. More kiss than slap, it imparted only a slight sting. Tightening her grip, she swung a little harder. Ow! She wiggled her bottom. Nice tingle, but it disappeared too fast.

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

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

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

Irresistible Attractions

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?

All Rod and Cane Society romances can be read as stand-alones.

Amazon | Amazon UK

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A warrior finds his inner alpha…#spanking & a #99cent sale

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Get Warrior for 99 cents until Nov. 19!

In Warrior, third book of the Breeder sci-fi romance series, two lovers discover what they’re made of when they team up to fight a common enemy. Anika has been on the run to avoid an arranged “breeding.” Urazi, her secret lover, has found her.  In this scene, they’re on the run from the bad guys and have camped for night in the woods. The first line is Urazi’s.

An excerpt from Warrior (Breeder 3)

“I know we all have our duty. In obedience, we achieve honor.”

“Easy for you to say. You are male. Your duty affords you some choices.”

“I am beta. Do you not think I wish for more?” Urazi whipped around, his gray eyes ablaze. “But I owe my allegiance to Parseon and to my Alpha! I accept that.”

“Well, I do not!” If she had a hammer she would not be able to pound understanding into his stony male brain. He would never empathize with her position. No male could. Anika clenched her hands into fists. If she were a male, she would have punched him by now. Old and new resentments ballooned. If she could not calm herself, she would explode. She would punch him. Anika stomped toward the forest.

“Come back here!”

She ignored him. He did not get a choice in the matter. Let him see what it was like to have one’s wishes overruled.

“Anika, I warn you….” Urazi’s voice hardened.

She faltered, responding to the command, habit and lifelong training overruling self-determination. But only if she let it. I am more than what I have been taught. Anika whirled around, folded all her fingers except for the middle one, and showed him her hand. Tara had called it flipping the coro and explained it was a very rude, dismissive gesture on Terra. It would be more satisfying if Urazi knew what it meant, but, for now, it was enough that she did. She spun around and marched toward the wood

* * *

Headstrong. Disrespectful. Disobedient. Impulsive. Maddening. He didn’t know the exact meaning of the Terran gesture Anika had flipped at him, but from her smug expression, he discerned she intended disrespect.

A smoldering fury burst into a full flame. Urazi charged, grabbed her around the waist, and hoisted her off her feet. She kicked and shrieked in outrage, but he hauled her across their camp to a large boulder.

“Do you see how easy it is?” he goaded, as she ineffectually flailed her arms and legs. “Are you so foolish as to believe Qalin is your sole threat? That other males might not avail themselves of the opportunity afforded by a lone female?”

“You said we were safe here!” She continued to thrash.

Urazi planted himself on the boulder and Anika over his knees.

“Let me up! What are you doing?”

“What I should have done sooner,” he growled, and adjusted her to prevent her body from pressing against his thickening manhood. How her temper and stubbornness could infuriate him and arouse him in equal parts, he did not understand.

“I said the males from your Resistance would bed down for the night. I also said many others make their camp as well. Perhaps they gather firewood. Not to mention that night draws nocturnal predators.”

“I did not think about that.”

“No, you did not,” Urazi agreed, and yanked up her shift.

Anika slapped at his hands. “Stop it! What are you doing?”

He grabbed both wrists and secured them against her back. “I am demonstrating who is in charge.” He tugged at her leggings. The double layer proved as stubborn as she was and resisted his effort to lower them.

Anika bucked and twisted on his lap. “You are not my alpha. Or even my beta. You are not in charge.”

Her words pierced his bravado to lodge dead center in his insecurity. He yanked her leggings to her ankles. Her buttocks glowed in the firelight like two moons, only pale, not violet like the one in the sky—not yet anyway.

“Let me show you how wrong you are.” Urazi cracked his palm flat and hard against one cheek.

Warrior Blurb

Between war and duty, they find love…
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 intends 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.

The third book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, Warrior can be read as a stand-alone.

Warrior on Amazon

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An Alpha Commander takes matters into his own hands….#SFR, #spanking


During November, I’m featuring my backlisted books. Here’s a little scene from Terran, book 2 of the Breeder series. Marlix and Tara are two of my all-time favorite heroes and heroines. 

“You’re bleeding,” Ramon said, and she became aware of searing pain in her legs, back, and chest. They’d cut her when they had sliced at her clothing and had pummeled her with their fists and feet. “You need medical attention. I’m calling Security.”

“No!” came a gravelly shout.

Ramon started, but Tara did not. Hadn’t she known all along he would follow her?

“I will handle this.” There was no mistaking the threat in the gaze the Alpha cast upon Ramon. “Leave us.”

A brave Ramon shook his head. “No, I’m staying.”

Aggression shimmered off the Commander in waves. Ramon was wiry but little match for most men on Terra, let alone an Alpha. She had little doubt how he would fare in a confrontation. Again, she pictured her attacker sailing through the air as if the Commander had thrown a stuffed toy and not a live adult male.

She opened her mouth to reassure her shop mate she would be okay, but before she could speak, the Commander yanked her out of Ramon’s protective embrace and slung her over his shoulder. The Alpha stalked out of her shop into the Bazaar.

She could hear Ramon yelling.

Shock and fear paralyzed her. Hard sinew and bone shifted beneath her abdomen as the Commander carried her as if her weight posed no burden. She stared at the moving ground. His arm across her thighs immobilized her legs. The flannel with which Ramon had covered her trussed her arms. Tara found her voice. “Let me go! Where are you taking me?” Had he saved her only to rape her himself? Along with amusement and derision, there’d been lust in his eyes during their fabric transaction.

The Commander ignored her.

Tara worked her arms free of the flannel and punched at his legs. “Put me down, now!”

He growled and struck her ass hard three times.

She hit him again.

He retaliated.

For every blow she landed against him, he tripled with his own.

“Help! Somebody, please help,” she screamed, knowing it was in vain. Not a single person had come to her rescue during the attack by the betas, and no one would oppose an Alpha. Parseons would not, and though shock registered on the faces of her fellow vendors, the Commander moved too swiftly for them to do anything—if they had dared. Her fear rising, Tara began to cry.

Before she knew it, they had exited the Bazaar, left the Market, and boarded the sky tram.

Terran blurb

After fleeing loneliness and heartache on Terra, Tara Diehl has adjusted to male-dominated Parseon better than most vendors–until she is kidnapped by Alpha Marlix, one of the five rulers of the planet. At first she’s terrified of her tall, muscled abductor, especially when he doesn’t hesitate to quell her struggle for freedom with a little corporal discipline. After all her methods and ploys to escape fail, she decides to seduce her way to freedom.

But out of seduction and subterfuge grow a true intimacy that cause Marlix and Tara to take action that drives Parseon to the brink of civil war, and threatens not only their relationship, but also their lives.

Terran, the second book in the Breeder sci-fi series, is a “capture” romance involving a domineering but hunky alien, and a female with a bad dye job and an even worse attitude.

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Being carried…an irresistible attraction…#99cent sale!

The best part of the whole movie!

The best part of the whole movie! ( Photo by (c)Paramount/Everett / Rex Features)

My vote for most romantic movie moment ever is the end of An Officer and A Gentleman when Richard Gere marches into the factory where Debra Winger works, sweeps her up in his arms, and carries her out.



Save your flowers and love letters, to me the most romantic gesture is when a man carries a woman. Every time I watch a movie when the groom carries his bride over the threshold, I feel a little ping.

For one, it demonstrates male physical strength, which I find attractive and sexy.

Second, to hold a woman in his arms shows protectiveness, also very sexy to me.

Alas, neither my husband nor any of past boyfriends have been inclined to sweep me off my feet in this manner. “You’ve got feet. You can walk!” Although my husband has carried me piggyback across large puddles so I wouldn’t get my feet wet. He gets points for that.

In Irresistible Attractions, hero Jordan often carries heroine Hannah. When he’s feeling tender and romantic, he cradles her in his arms. When he’s in dominant mode, and she’s in for a spanking, he tosses her over his shoulder.

From now until November 12, 2016 Irresistible Attractions is on sale on Amazon US for 99 cents! Regular price is $4.99.

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_400x600An excerpt from Irresistible Attractions

“Jordan!” Hannah gasped, as he managed to open the door and shoulder his way outside. “What are you doing?” What if somebody spotted them? She was naked! She’d never be able to show her face around the mansion again.

“I thought we’d shower.”

“What if somebody sees us?”

“It’s almost midnight. There’s nobody here,” he said, but quickened his pace.

He carried her into a large, luxurious bathroom, set her on a fluffy rug then adjusted the jets of a massive walk-in shower. “I knew the bathrooms were used on occasion. Until now I never understood why,” she said. She’d had no idea how hot and sweaty one got during kinky playtime. It was a good thing she had been wiping down the spanking apparatuses if the equipment had been getting the kind of workout she and Jordan had given it.

He approached her, his expression as heated as the steam billowing from the shower. “Members don’t use the disciplinary chamber the way we did.”

“Oh. Does it violate rules?” Despite three orgasms—and she still couldn’t believe she’d come so many times—she tingled under the caress of his gaze.

He nodded. “I could be fined. If you were a member, you’d be sanctioned and spanked.”

“Oh.” She wet her lips. “Well, maybe I pre-paid.”

He laughed and then she was giggling, too.

She sobered when he unbuttoned and shrugged out of his shirt, removed his shoes and socks then unzipped and kicked off his pants. Shorts followed, and his cock sprang out of a dark bush of hair—hard again.

Without saying another word, he picked her up.

“I can walk.” She flexed her feet.

“I like holding you.”

He deposited her in the steamy chamber so that her body slid the length of his. She sucked in a breath as water from dual jets drilled hot beads on her tender skin. Jordan cleaned his hands then re-lathered with the woodsy-smelling gel, and, beginning with her neck, began to wash her. He glided over her shoulders, along her collarbone, slid down her arms to wash individual fingers, before reversing direction and massaging her breasts. Prone on the bench, the girls hadn’t received any attention, but he compensated for it now. Rapt concentration settled over his face as he cupped and kneaded, strumming each peaked nipple with his thumbs.

An ass man who also liked boobs.

He proved it by turning her into the spray, rinsing off her chest then ducking his head and capturing a nipple in his mouth. With lips, tongue, and teeth, he teased the tip to maximum tautness and then went to work on its twin. When both were hard, red, and tingling, he re-soaped and palmed the peaks, drawing circles.

Her eyelids fluttered shut in enjoyment. “My boobs must be dirty,” she joked.

“Mm,” he agreed. “Not as dirty as the rest of you, which I haven’t gotten to yet.”

Her tummy clenched, and she opened her eyes to find him grinning wickedly.

She planted her hands on his chest. “Don’t I get to wash you?”

“Maybe later.” He stroked over her abdomen, teasing the shell of her navel before straying lower. She was sore, having gotten more of a sexual workout than she ever had, but her pussy contracted with disappointment when he detoured around it. Water cascaded over his head as he knelt to wash thighs and calves. He lifted each foot and massaged her instep and arch. She murmured with pleasure. He could do that all day.

Too soon, he was done there, but she couldn’t complain because finally he focused his efforts on her girl parts. With fingers slickwith a fresh dab of shower gel, he stroked between her labia and over the hood of her clit. He grazed the organ itself, and she jerked and squeaked.

“Sensitive?” He sought her gaze.

She nodded. “A-a little.”

“You’re multi-orgasmic,” he stated like it was a commonly accepted fact, like Columbus discovering America in 1492.

Shyness crept over her, and she ducked her head. “I never have been before.”

He lifted her chin. “That’s because your previous lovers didn’t have a clue what they were doing.”

Serious heat suffused her face. She’d only slept with two guys, neither of whom had given her a single orgasm, while Jordan had made her come three times in one session. She was saved the embarrassment of replying when he turned her into the spray for a rinse.

She rested her forearms against the tile. After soaping her back, he traced the indentation of her spine to her ass. And over it.

“Your butt is bright red. Like a cherry.” He growled his satisfaction. “Part of it is from the hot water. The rest—”

“Is all you,” she finished.

“No, all you.” He squeezed and kneaded her cheeks with a tender roughness. He squirted another dollop of gel onto his fingers and massaged her bottom cheeks. She moaned with pleasure as he soothed the stinging moons—then squeaked with alarm when he slipped a soapy finger into the crease to wash her there. He rubbed up and down, sliding over the rosette.

“Jordan—I don’t know…” Squirming, she perched on tiptoe in a futile evasive maneuver. He trapped her between his body and the wall and breached the puckered ring again. Slickened by soap, his finger slid in without resistance. But still rigid and foreign. Disturbing. Stirring.

To have that done to her when she hovered on the brink of orgasm was one thing, but here, now?

“Jordan, please…” Her heart hammered.

“Shh, little one.” He extracted the finger halfway and plunged it back in. In and out. In and out. Slow, deliberate strokes, decimating her resistance.

“What are you doing to me?” she moaned.

“Pleasuring you.”

Irresistible Attractions blurb

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_400x600College 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?

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