Friday, April 24, 2015

Immerse Yourself Blog Hop




This Mother's Day Immerse Yourself in a Steaming Hot Romance 
May 8th -11th


We're HONORING **mamas** out there who cherish their bonds with children, animals and little angels. Mom, Mommy, Mama, Madre, Nana, Arf art, Meow, Mima, they all mean the same no matter how you say it. Mother is a title given by a special person or animal to show love and gratitude for an amazing woman....


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Each participating blogger/author needs to create a post based on mothers, females, relaxing, or romance. This can include a short story, poem, graphics/artwork, or any other creative avenue that you specialize in. No explicit nudity or X-rated material, please.

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Sign-up will be open from now until 11:30 p.m. EST May 7th.
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Thursday, April 9, 2015

MacDermot’s Bride, Fall River Ranch Book 2 by Keriann McKenna and Stevie MacFarlane.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TZE5J3K
MacDermot’s Bride

As Mac fall deeper in love with Annie, his past haunts him. He failed to keep the woman he loved safe before and he vowed he’d never fail again.
Annie’s fierce independent streak doesn't make it easy for him. She's created a life for herself, certain she can make it on her own.
Filled with passion, suspense, and humor, their love story unfolds with twists and turns neither of them saw coming. Mac needs Annie, but will it be too late by the time she realizes she needs him too?


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Annie rummaged through her suitcase for something to wear and nothing matched, but she didthe best she could with what he had thrown into it. She had just finished making the last piece of French toast when he ambled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and then stretching in an attempt to wake up.

“It smells good in here,” he said as she served him coffee and then set a plate of French toast and sausage in front of him.

“I hope you like it,” she replied as she started to eat.



“Mmm, I do like it, thank you. Annie we need to discuss a few things and now is as good a time as any.” In spite of her puzzled look, between bites he laid out all the problems Chuck had mentioned. Then he added that her car might not be fixed until the middle of the week and he would have Duncan take her to and from work.

“Mac, first of all I don’t want to be an imposition and second, I can’t afford to have all that work done to my house,” she told him in no uncertain terms. She knew full well he already knew her husband’s illness had run her so far into debt her credit rating might never be above 500 again.

“Darlin’, I’m not expecting you to be able to afford the work. You agreed that you would try your best, and letting me take care of those things is part of it. And, by the way, I don’t ever want you to feel as though you are an imposition on me or any of my staff.

Work with me on this will you please?”

“Okay,” Annie said and continued eating.

“Okay? Just like that? No arguments?”

“You’ll get no arguments from me. Mac, I’m practicing. Submitting is not easy for me; how am I doing so far?”

“You’re doing great. I love it,” Mac smiled at her.

“Oh, it’s not easy. I have a mouth full of things I want to say, not to mention the small piece of sausage that just landed on your plate while I was trying to talk and eat at the same time, but to please you; I’m keeping them to myself.”

“That works for me,” Mac said as he laughed out loud. “Now, can we discuss something more serious?”

“Yes we can, we can discuss anything that’s on your mind.”

Here goes nothing, Mac thought as he began to speak. “Darlin’, after what happened the other night, I can’t bring myself to allow you to live in that neighborhood. You’re just not safe there. I want you to consider moving in with me. I’m not rushing you, I want you to take your time and seriously think about it. You can give me your decision whenever you’re ready.” There, he said it and she just kept eating as though he’d spoken about the weather.

“Okay, what’s the next topic?” Annie munched on another link of sausage.

Shocked beyond belief, Mac just looked at her. “Hmmm, that’s all I have, I guess,” he said, wondering just who this woman had become and overnight at that.

“Well,” Annie said as she stood and started to pick up the dishes. “I have a few things I’d like to discuss.”

Ah, the Annie he knew was back. “I’m listening.”

As she loaded the dishwasher, she turned to him. “Will you please take me home…”

“Absolutely not!” Mac stated emphatically.



“Hey, just a minute; I didn’t interrupt you when you were talking,” she scolded. “I was trying to ask you if you would please take me home so I could get my clothes for work. Nothing you threw in my suitcase matches and I can’t show up at work in shorts or jeans.”

“I’m sorry I interrupted you. Yes, we can run into town this afternoon if you want.” Mac felt guilty for incorrectly anticipating what she was going to say. “You said a few things, please go on. I won’t interrupt you again.”

Annie thought about the metaphor Elise had used when she told her men were just like horses. Opening the freezer, she took stock of the contents. “What do you want for dinner? The choices are pork chops or chicken.”

Still in shock, Mac answered. “Either is fine with me. I’d be happy to grill some chicken.”

“Sounds good, chicken it is. Now, with your permission, I’d like to help Elise in the stables again. Do you have any objection?”

“Annie, that’s a very thoughtful idea. Now that she’s pregnant, I’m sure she would love the help and the company too.”

“Anything else you want to discuss?” Mac was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Yes, just another couple of things,” she said as she put the chicken in the fridge hoping it would defrost in time. “I’d like to stop at the liquor store and pick up a couple of bottles of white zinfandel. Red wine gives me such a headache. I’d also like a bottle of Frangelico; I noticed there wasn’t any in the liquor cabinet and I really enjoyed it.”

“No problem, we can do that when we go into town,” Mac grinned, liking what he saw.

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” Annie said as she planted a very tender kiss on his lips.

“I think I’ll shower after the stables if that’s okay with you,” Annie added, pulling away from his mouth.



Mac smiled as he sat there sipping a second cup of coffee. Maybe my Dad was right; a sound spanking worked wonders.



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Hi Readers, I hope you enjoyed it MacDermot’s Bride and will leave a review. Reviews mean a great deal to authors and even those that are critical help us to write better books.

I’ve been writing for most of my life. My first love was music and lyrics and my first song was a dreadfully simple little tune about a boy I was madly in love with at fourteen. I’m certain I drove my grandmother to distraction as I wailed this boy’s name from the piano in the living room at every opportunity...romance was in my heart even at a young age.

Later in life I developed my craft as a poet and published work in anthologies. I still write poetrybut am dipping my toes in the waters of romance, both sweet and steamy.

I was born in a small community in Upstate New York, but left as soon as I bought a decent car that didn’t require more oil than gas...I’m not kidding. I used to pull into a service station, hand the attendant five bucks for gas and tell him to fill it up with drain oil.

I lived in Canada and the Midwest for several years before settling in the Seattle area with the love of my life. I now live in the foothills of the beautiful Rocky Mountains near my family; I’m retired from the counseling field although I still work crisis intervention two nights a week. I consult with and edit for other authors into the wee hours of the night, and I rescue senior dogs and give them a forever home.


We asked Keriann:

What are your current projects?

Right now I’m doing more editing than I am writing. I do have Fall River Ranch Book 3 about half finished and I hope to release it by the first of June, 2015.

What was the hardest part of writing your book? 

Actually finding the time was, and still is the hardest part. I’ll be doing more research for Book 3 but I don’t anticipate it will be a major chore.

If we Googled your name what would we see? 

In addition to anything I’ve written or edited, you’d probably see everything I’ve ever posted.

If I came to your home and looked in your refrigerator, what would I find? 

Lots of veggies, almost no meat, Italian bread, milk, eggs, cheese, and a few things way in the back neither of us would recognize.



Where to find Keriann:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/keriann.mckenna

Website: keriannmckenna.com

Blog: http://keriannmckenna.weebly.com/

Twitter: @keriannmckenna




Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Her Hollywood Daddy by Renee Rose

http://amzn.to/1GIQqYb
Her Hollywood Daddy

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.

Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.



Buy Links: AMAZON, AMAZON UK, ARe, Barnes & Noble



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In the following scene, Marissa just slapped her Daddy when he asked her if she liked being a victim in her life.
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He turned away so she wouldn’t see his surprise, his eyes smarting from the sting. He drew a deep breath to calm the instinctual anger that flared with any physical attack.

“Joel?” She sounded lost. No, terrified. The fact that she’d called him “Joel” instead of “Daddy,” told him how much she feared he’d reject her for this.

His irritation drained. He’d hurt her feelings and she’d lashed out. He shouldn’t have pushed her so far. He turned back. “That was very naughty,” he said evenly. “Would you like Daddy to slap you across the face?”

She searched his face. “Yes?” she offered.

The unexpected answer give him a pang in his chest.

Marissa was watching him with wide eyes. He opened his arms. “Come here, baby girl.”

She flung herself into them so hard he stumbled back.
He wrapped her up tight in his embrace, kissing the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She twisted her fingers into his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” He rocked her like a slow dance in middle school, their bodies locked together in a swaying shuffle. “I’m not criticizing. I’m on your side, baby girl. I just wanted you to think about why you’ve given your power over to others and what you get out of it.”

She pushed away from him, and dropped to a crouch, covering her ears with her hands.

“Sweet girl,” he said, kneeling beside her and pulling the little ball that made up her body onto his lap and into his arms. “I’m not judging. I’m just asking the question.”

Her tear-streaked face popped out of her folded arms. “But I’ve given my power to you,” she cried.

“I know, baby. You made a conscious choice to do so. I hope there are some rewards besides just staying in the movie.” His gut tightened and he dropped his voice at the end of the sentence. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to answer that. He rushed forward. “I just want to be sure you’re making a conscious choice about the rest of your life.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay. I’ll drop it for now. But I have a feeling it will come up again, sweet pea. And when it does, there will be no slapping,” he said, giving her his most stern daddy look.

She dropped her chin and pushed her lower lip forward. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You’re going to be very sorry, little one. Take off your dress and stand in the corner with your panties down.”

She scrambled to obey, one hundred percent submissive again. So vulnerable, so sweet. He needed to remember to tread very carefully on the subject of her family. It was the issue that most blocked her, but he would do everyone a disservice if he managed to get in the middle of her relationship with her mom and sister. Somehow, whatever change happened, would have to come completely from her, in her own time.

He watched her as the babydoll dress fluttered to her feet and she stepped out of it, walking to the corner. She looked over her shoulder at him and he raised his eyebrows expectantly. His cock stiffened as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and lowered them to her thighs.

He took off his belt, making sure she heard the sound of it whiz through the loops.


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Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink. ____________________


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Friday, March 27, 2015

Truth and a Lie, Week 42


If you are just joining us, Here is the format:

One Truth, One Lie (you figure out which is which). 




So, last time I told you: It's so unhealthy, but I love Banquet fried chicken.  I eat oatmeal almost everyday.


The Truth is: I eat oatmeal everyday. Love it. Old-fashioned Oats with brown sugar or honey is my favorite. I absolutely abhor fried chicken, and that nasty stuff in the box makes me feel ill when I smell it. 


So now for this week's Truth and a Lie: I love road trips even if I have to drive myself. I hate flying. 

Remember to come back next Thursday for the answer.