Tuesday, August 15, 2017


Welcome to WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY!  The Daddy She Needed went live on Amazon Saturday night, so I thought it would be fun to celebrate by sharing a scene with all of you!   This one doesn't need much of a set up - Jill Walsh is an author of AP erotic romance and is having trouble getting her new book started.  Her boyfriend, Joe McDormand pens dark, dubious consent novels - and after an online relationship, they meet and finally move in together.  Hope you enjoy!


Like so many other moments during the past year, the stress of starting a new book put her on edge, and Jill knew exactly how to remedy it. She’d heard that some authors liked to mull over new scenes for their characters while in the shower, but this method always worked best for her. Once in her room, she unbuttoned her white tunic blouse and gently lowered herself onto the bed.

Getting comfortable on the mattress, she rubbed and rounded her nipple, hardening it through her satin bra while searching her mind for an erotic daydream. In seconds, her smile grew wide as she remembered that one of her favorites included a bestselling author who just so happened to be working on a novel in her spare room.

He’d probably enjoy participating in this fantasy with me, but since he seemed so busy writing, I hate to disturb his thought process. And shouldn’t this scene really come from the depths of my mind?

After her right palm automatically rested on top of her elastic panty line, slender fingertips began to slowly wander down the inside of her leggings and she moved underneath the cotton gusset of her underpants as an image of Joe’s grim expression flashed into her mind. Without even thinking, her pointer finger and thumb went into motion tweaking the rosy, taut nipple harder and harder as she wasted no time pulling the moist fabric aside.

She was naked and obediently lying face down on the bed as the handsome dominant man, dressed in a starched white shirt and black suit pants, doubled the belt in his hand.

While his large, commanding palm held the small of her back, his stern voice warned her to be still as he tapped the smooth brown leather onto her lower buttocks. Looking up past her shoulder, she connected with the intense glare in his eyes, and her heart almost exploded with lust and embarrassment at what he was about to do. It was then that she felt the kiss of the implement as he swatted her tender globes, imprinting his loving discipline on her fair skin.

Indeed, her pussy lips were already swollen and slippery from the daydream, and Jill’s nimble fingers had no trouble sliding up and down her slick entrance. Furiously circling her solid, fevered button with an abrupt force, her legs spread even further, and she stroked herself faster and faster with one hand while pinching and pulling her stiff nipples with the other. In her fantasy, she was rolling and writhing on the mattress, trying to escape his stiff punishment.

“Stop misbehaving and lie back down.”

Imagining his sexy, gravelly voice scolding her had Jill’s shuddering hips lifting high off the bed, and she stilled before trembling with an earth-shattering orgasmic tremor as she pictured him tanning her inflamed flesh, leaving line after line of red welts on her quivering ass.

As he dropped the belt beside her, she foolishly thought her spanking was done, until his resolute palm rained down consecutive swats onto her fluttering bare buttocks. Finally, her ass was on fire and she reached back to soothe her sore skin, but with quick agility, he caught both her wrists in his large hand.

“I warned you to behave. Naughty girls get their bottoms severely punished,” he scolded with calm resolve while patting and cupping her reddened backside.

Jill’s fantasy ended happily, and she settled back down onto the mattress remembering the lascivious sparkle in Joe’s luminous blue eyes the day before when he took her face down across his lap. With her heart jackhammering in her chest, she caressed her thrumming pussy and continued to bask in her lustful fantasy. Her blood was still surging, but the stress was magically gone.

Now I can write that new scene. God, maybe I should dictate it into my smart phone notes before I forget the details.

As her breathing rate slowed to normal, she sat up to button her crisp shirt, when out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a large silhouette in the dimly lit doorway. A muscle in Joe’s bristly jaw was twitching and his nostrils flared as he leaned his tall, muscular frame against the doorpost with his arms crossed.


Okay, I think we can all agree that the man does not look pleased. At all.  But you'll be happy as a clam when you scroll down and see the wonderful snippets you can read after this one.  Happy hopping!!

And now the blurb:

When Jillian Rae Walsh finally meets fellow author Joseph McDormand after flirting online for months, she has no choice but to admit that she has been lying to him about her age and life experiences. Rather than the divorced, early-middle-aged woman she had pretended to be in the hopes that readers would take her more seriously, she is actually twenty-two and never married.

Joseph makes it clear that he will not tolerate being lied to, and if they are going to pursue a romance Jillian will need to be punished for her deception. All is forgiven after a well-deserved bare-bottom spanking and some time in the corner to reflect on her naughty behavior, but it isn’t long before an ill-advised drive home after a night of drinking gets her in more serious trouble.

Deciding that it is time for more drastic action, Joseph informs Jillian that he will be taking on the role of her firm but loving daddy, and she soon learns that there are more intimate, embarrassing ways than a spanking to teach a naughty little girl to be good. Yet even when his stern punishments leave her cheeks blushing and her bottom sore both inside and out, Jillian cannot imagine feeling safer and more loved than she does in Joseph’s arms.

But Jillian has not told Joseph the full truth about her past, and when a man who has hurt her before seems intent on doing so again it will be up to him to keep her safe. Can her daddy find a way to protect his little girl before it is too late?

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Tuesday, July 11, 2017


It is my pleasure to welcome Jaye Peaches and share a scene from A Strict Gentleman!  The buy list is now available, so please check the bottom of this page for your favorite retailer!

A light woke her. The flame flickered as the candle moved closer. It was as if it was hovering in mid-air. Her bleary eyes focused and she made out the silhouette of a man. It was Henry.

“Kelly,” he said softly.

“Sir,” she answered, sitting up.

He placed the candle on the table by her bed and used it to light her own. Two lights lit up his face. He’d removed his jacket and necktie, and his bare throat was magnified by his sculptured Adam’s apple and the veins in his neck. Was he angry?

He drew back the coverlet, uncovering her bare legs and rumpled shirt. “Lift up the shirt and show me your cunt,” he growled softly.

Had he been drinking? She smelt a little tobacco, but no wine or whisky upon his lips. His eyes weren’t angry, though, or rummy with intoxication. They were startlingly awake, vibrant, their blueness a laser in candlelight. Something had roused him, brought him up to the attic to see her in the middle of the night.

She obeyed him. It was a different kind of magic to the mirror but equally powerful. She liked obeying him. She liked his stern voice, the expectation of compliance, the erotic thrill of being wanted by him. It was a package bundled into something superlative and mystical, just like the mirror.

She shuffled the nightshirt up her thighs, past her hips and up to her belly. With no knickers on, nothing at all to hide her mound, she was exposed.

“Part your legs,” he commanded.

Her spine tingled with shivers as she spread her legs open.

He snatched a breath, leaning in to see her privates, her pussy, as she called it. The vulgar language he preferred to use was perfect for his time, but not hers. She wasn’t sure she liked it, except when he used the word, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and the rings in her nipples pinched.

“I have suffered long days, recently. Boring dinners, necessary for my social standing, but tedious for me. I cannot stop thinking about you. My little maid, up here, alone in the attic.”

Her lower lip trembled. “I’m here, sir. I’m willing.”

“I know,” he sighed deeply. “As am I.”


Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.
The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Author Bio:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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