Thursday, 20 September 2012

What I'm working on now...

Well, I've started a new project. I love writing spanking and age play stories, of course, but I also adore paranormal stories too. So this next story I'm working on incorporates spanking and shape shifters. Lion shifters to be exact...yum :-)

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Her Old-Fashioned Husband available now!

I'm excited to announce that I've received a beautiful cover for Her Old-Fashioned Husband. Once again, Carey Abbot has done an amazing job! Check out Her Old-Fashioned Husband at Amazon now!

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Monday, 3 September 2012

Coming soon...

Well, I'm part way through editing An Old-Fashioned Husband-Frankie and Tom's story. Very exciting. This story did not go the way I was expecting. I had it all mapped out then Frankie went and changed everything, pulling it off in a direction I hadn't expected. And new characters appeared as well.
I should've guessed. While Tom might be in charge of the relationship, Frankie is a driving force!
Should be ready in another week all things going to plan.
But here is a small excerpt:

“Ow,” Frankie cried, jumping at the heavy spank that landed on her butt.
“Are you allowed to speak while standing in the corner like a naughty little girl?” Tom asked her.
Immediately, she was flooded with the need to submit.
“No,” she replied softly.
“Then hush.”
She closed her eyes, her throbbing butt cheek a reminder to behave. It was easier to stand here now, even knowing he was staring at her naked butt, because this was what Tom wanted from her.
“Come here, baby girl," her husband said gently.
Frankie turned. Tom sat on the sofa. She gulped as she got closer and saw what rested on the seat beside him.
“Tom?” she queried, her gaze caught on the hairbrush and paddle. "You're not going to use all of these, are you?"  Frankie trembled as she stared down at him, pleading with him silently.
Tom looked up at her seriously before he raised his hand.“A hand spanking for forgetting your dinner.” He picked up the hairbrush. “The hairbrush for hanging up on me.” He moved to the paddle. “The paddle is your morning spanking as part of your punishment for last night.”
Frankie gulped. “You’re going to use a paddle on me twice a day for the next two weeks?”
How the hell would she survive it?
Tom shook his head. Relief surged through her. “Sometimes I’ll use my hand, sometimes the hairbrush or the belt.”
Frankie whimpered.
Tom patted his lap. “Lay yourself over my lap and we’ll begin.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
Tom simply stared at her. “Don’t you want to get rid of that guilt rolling in your stomach?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “But can’t you just do it? Can’t you just pull me over your lap?”
“No, baby,” he told her. “I know that’s what I’ve done in the past, but I’m pushing you further now. I want more and I know that you do to. You can do this, Frankie. Give us what we both need.”