The amazing Cara Bristol comes to visit!

I'm so happy to host Cara today, talking about her very-fun-looking new book Educating His Bride (whose topic is of course right up my ally—see Sarah's Tutorial!). I'll let her introduce it!

From college coed to professor’s naughty bride…

It’s the 1950s. Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s sexual education has just begun.

Newlywed Margaret brings her husband his lunch at his college office. But Henry expects more than lunch…

“What did you bring me for lunch?” He peered into the corridor and slammed the door.

“A meatloaf sandwich.”

He twisted the key in the lock and scooted around her to the window. “On white bread?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I like white bread. It’s so nice and fluffy. Almost like eating cotton candy.” He turned the wand and plunged the room into dusk. Enough light remained to see the sexual gleam in his eyes.

An answering heat pooled in her core. Yes, some things had changed since her last visit to this room. She might have gotten a C in his class, but she’d aced marital relations. He’d taught her much over the summer, lessons she’d embraced with alacrity.

Henry plopped into his chair and beckoned.

“What if somebody comes?”

“They won’t. It’s only the second week. Students don’t have reason to meet with me yet.” He chuckled. “They’re still searching for their classes.”

“I don’t know.” Did respectable married women do things like this?

He leaned back and spread his legs. His erection tented his trousers. “Do I need to come and get you, Mrs. Thurston?”

She loved being called that. Liquid lust pooled, but she played coy. “Maybe—”

Henry sprang up, dragged her to his desk, and upended her over his lap. The chair arms prevented him from pulling her completely atop his knees, but he was strong enough to hold her half on, half off. She braced her hands on the floor. Skirts flew over her head. A playful swat landed on her bottom.

Thwack. Thwack. “Henreee…” she giggled. “Ow!” she cried as he brought his hand down harder. There’d been many spankings over the summer. Only one had been for punishment after she’d gone shopping and had run late and hadn’t called. The rest had been sexy ones. There was something thrilling about her husband enforcing his will—and her surrendering to it.

“I wish you didn’t put on so many undergarments,” he groused as he spanked.

“I only wear the usual.” Panties, girdle, slip. Petticoats for poufiness, if the dress needed it.

“Maybe I’ll institute an underwear ban.”

“I couldn’t!”

“I mean around the house.”

That wasn’t as bad, but still. What if she had to answer the door? A respectable woman was always coiffed, starched, and properly clad. To not wear undergarments would be like not wearing…stockings!

“Well, I’ll have to think about it,” he said.

She hoped he thought about it a long time. He flipped her off his lap into a heap between his legs, undid his trousers, and freed his cock from his shorts. Precum pearled on the smooth head.

Her brown feathered tilt hat had slipped from her head to her ear, despite being anchored with a pin. Henry threaded his fingers through her pageboy. The man was heck on a hairdo. Perhaps she should get one of those short, shaggy cuts like Italian actress Gina Lollobrigida had.

He exerted pressure to bring her face closer to his cock. “I used to think about you doing this when you were my student,” he said. “Suck me, Meggie.”

[Yum, says Emily!]

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USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has published more than twenty-five erotic romance titles, including contemporary and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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The super-naughty Kallista Dane answers Emily's questions

My friend Kallista Dane was one of the very first people to say she loved a book of mine. Ever since then, of course, I've thought she had marvelous taste. ;) She also happens to be a superb writer, with a cool new book out!

Why do you write?

Great question, Emily.  I started writing erotic stories as a way to introduce my husband to some of my naughtier secret desires, but he’s just not a reader.  So I ended up sending one off to a spanking book publisher.  To my shock, they bought it and asked for more.  Now he’s my biggest fan - but only if get dressed up and then act out the stories.  He still doesn’t read them! 

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

I’d say the main characters in whatever book I’m working on at the time are my favorites.  I get caught up in their lives.  Sometimes they wake me up at 4 AM with some new plot twist and then I can’t sleep until I get up and write it all down.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why? 


My all time favorite is a real person.  Years ago I found a book of incredible photos of people from the Masai tribe.  The photographer was a 78 year old woman who dyed her hair blonde, traveled to Africa all by herself and hired a gorgeous young Masai warrior to drive her around and be her translator.  That’s the kind of feisty old lady I want to be - talk about a cougar!

Kallista continues…

Thanks so much for having me as your guest, Emily.  I’ve brought along a treat just for you and your readers - an especially naughty excerpt from my new book His To Command.

In this scene, Amanda Jane has arrived on Neodyma, sent there on a secret mission from InterStellar Command. But she’s been discovered masquerading as a man - a crime in this society - and sentenced to be medically examined before being publicly spanked in the square that night. They’ve just tied her to the exam table...

Excerpt

His eyes locked onto hers once more and he reached down, fingers stroking the area around the puckered bud of her anal opening.  The slick substance he’d coated his hands with felt cool at first, but as he continued, the sensation turned to warmth.  He watched her face as he slid the tip of one finger into her tight bottom hole.  

AJ could feel her cheeks turning a bright crimson.  The thought popped unbidden into her mind that her lower cheeks probably held the same crimson blush after the spanking she’d gotten.

His finger moved deeper and suddenly the warmth she felt turned into a burst of heat.  AJ tensed, automatically tightening her muscles.  The heat intensified.  She wanted to squirm away but that would only earn her another spanking.  She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to hold back tears.  Fire tore through her and he kept delving deeper, taking the burn further into her back passage.

This time she couldn’t control herself.  She began whipping her head from side to side, crying out.  “Please, stop!  No more.  I can’t take it!”

Thelo let out a wicked laugh and began moving his finger in and out.  AJ thought she would die of shame.  This barbarian was…he was…fucking her rear passage.  She closed her eyes and tried to will away the powerful sensations but it was impossible.  

She heard the soldier at the head of the table utter a low animal grunt.  Her bottom was stinging, her vagina aching for release, and the heat of whatever spices he’d infused the oil with had her bucking wildly on the table.  Instead of stopping him, every gyration of her hips drew Thelo’s finger deeper.

Blurb

When Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong…

Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training.

She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general?

Publisher’s Note: His to Command is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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The super-hot Livia Grant answers Emily's questions

Since Livia started publishing BDSM fiction only a little more than a year ago, she's built an unassailable reputation as a skilled writer who—a quality dear to my own heart—goes her own way. She fits within the spanking fic community very well, but she also writes books that push the envelope in several different ways. The Passion series stands as Exhibit A of that wonderful tendency, and I'm thrilled to have her visiting with the resolution of that enormous work, Having it All.

What's your desert-island fantasy?

[Emily sent me several awesome questions to choose from to answer and I decided to answer this question because it takes me slightly out of my comfort zone. This question is baring and since I’ve been told my writing pushes readers out of their comfort zone, I decided to push myself too. I mean it’s one thing to write erotic romances and slide your fantasies into the scenes you write. But since the reader never really knows how the scene really pushes your buttons as an author, we get to hide behind the words on the page.]

I think if I only had one fantasy or scene to play over and over in my head to masturbate to for the rest of my life, it would be the scene I wrote in the middle of Having it All. I affectionately call it “The Limo” scene. If you haven’t read the book, you should seriously buy the book just to read this scene. It has everything that pushes my buttons in an extreme way. Steamy sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, taboo (group sex even though they don’t actually have sex with the other partners). I’ve always loved books that had ensemble casts and in this scene the friendship dynamics between the two main couples comes together in an awesome, sexy way I find amazingly hot. I wrote it from Tiffany’s POV because well… I want to be her in the scene.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

I suspect some of my fans think this is a no-brainer, but it’s not. The obvious answer is Lukus Mitchell because let’s face it, he is the ultimate sexy alpha Dom that many women swoon for. But I would argue we wouldn’t love Lukus nearly as much if we didn’t have Tiffany to balance him so I will vote Tiffany and Lukus as my favorite couple. I love how they both remain true to their core self while working so hard to grow together as a couple. I love how they are both flawed, yet lovable. I am very proud of how they have turned out both as individuals and as a couple.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

I spent about ten minutes trying to come up with an answer to this and decided it is impossible. There are too many I love to pick. Sorry!

Book information:

Having it All, Book Three in the Passion Series

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Book one is on sale for $.99 - Start from the beginning with Wanting it All

Blurb:

Lukus Mitchell is the owner of The Punishment Pit, Chicago's top BDSM club. As the Master's Master, he has enjoyed his freedom to play with a stable of subs over the years. He's never contemplated settling down before, but is growing increasingly bored of the meek, pliant submissives who fail to challenge him. Then he meets Tiffany O'Sullivan, a beautiful BDSM novice who has always yearned to explore her edgy dreams of submission, but whose sassy mouth always seems to land her in trouble. Their attraction to each other is intense and immediate, but Tiffany challenges her new Dom like never before. They may start out at opposite ends of a BDSM tug-o-war, but can they meet somewhere in the middle-and if they do, can they both find happiness with the compromise?

Meanwhile, their best friends, Brianna and Markus Lambert, are still reconnecting after a recent event which almost ended their marriage. As awful as it was, it made them both realize not only how much they love each other, but also how important it is to share your darkest desires with your spouse. Markus is more than willing to accommodate Brianna's desire to be dominated in the bedroom, yet the couple has more than a few growing pains to work through as the dynamics of their marriage change from vanilla to D/s, with a sprinkle of DD.

Not content with almost having wrecked the Lamberts' marriage and threatened Tiffany, Jake Davenport remains a threat in the two couples' lives and relationships, and Lukus soon discovers that Brianna and Tiffany aren't the only women Jake is targeting.

Can Tiffany find the strength to overcome her fears in order to let Lukus love her not only as a woman, but as his submissive? Can Lukus deal with the way his new love challenges him at every turn, forcing him to confront fears he never even knew he had? Can Markus and Lukus protect the women they love when Jake gets too close for comfort?

Find out in this, the third book in the Passion series. With the characters from previous books which readers have come to know and love, as well as introducing new ones, this is a fast-paced, intensely sexy, edgy and emotional story that combines humor, drama, friendship and romance in the way Livia Grant fans have come to expect, and new readers are sure to enjoy.

Excerpt

Waiting for the show to start, Lukus draws Tiff back so she's resting against his chest. His lips brush her left ear lobe while one hand explores her splayed open pussy and the other cups her right breast.

"So, you didn't want to go through the contract. You'd rather talk about things. We'll consider tonight our first official contract negotiation, baby. I have you as a captive audience, and we're going to talk about all of the things happening on stage. What you like. What you don't. What you'd try. What you won't. Understand?"

"That was tricky."

"Maybe." Lukus sucks her left ear lobe into his mouth while burying what feels like two fingers deep in her wet cunt.

"Oh, God. That feels so good. Don't stop."

"Here's the deal. You keep talking, I keep rewarding you. You clam up, I keep my hands to myself."

"You're devious."

"I prefer resourceful. First question. We'll start easy. On a scale of one to ten with ten being you love it, how do you feel about having your legs tied open and being immobile like this?" he asks her.

"That's not easy!"

"Oh, so you'd rather I start with asking how you feel about needle play?"

"Well sure, since that's a negative ten. See. Easy." Tiff loves his chuckle.

"Fair enough. How about the naked slaves next to their Masters and Mistresses?"

"What am I rating? Watching them, or how I'd feel if I was one of them?"

"Both," he replies.

"Okay, well watching them is fine. Good, even. Being one, I'm not sure yet."

The stage curtains slowly part, revealing a dungeon scene. An announcer sounding a lot like Ethan announces the start of the show. As the stage lights brighten, Tiffany's eyes become riveted to the scene center stage. A scene pried directly out of the deepest recesses of her own mind; visions formulated years ago after reading several very dark erotic romance novels. That this is real should dampen her excitement. She should feel embarrassed, maybe angry. Hell, definitely scared. None of those adjectives capture her true feelings as surprising waves of a desire to surrender and submit wash over her.

Center stage, arms strung high against a thick wooden whipping post, a frightened and vulnerable woman hangs. As if hanging by her arms isn't painful enough, her legs are bent and pulled up and wide, secured by artfully wrapped layers of white rope, leaving her entire body open for inspection and punishment. Even from a distance Tiff can see tears streaming down her face; tracks of black mascara in their wake.

She becomes aware of Lukus leaning in close. "How are you doing, baby? What number are you?"

'I can't tell him the truth. What will he think of me?'

"Tiff, are you okay? Answer me. I need your–"

"Eleven. I'm at an eleven." She hears his sharp intake of breath.

"I think I can work with that."

Author Bio

Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons... one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won't be able to put down. Livia's fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance... well, almost.

Where you can find Livia:

Livia’s Website: www.liviagrant.com

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The Amazing Ashe Barker comes to answer Emily's questions!

I'm thrilled to welcome my friend and colleague Ashe today!

Why do you write?

I suppose the short answer to that is, because I can. And I enjoy telling stories. For as long as I can remember I’ve woven erotic fantasies in my own head, often when I was stuck in traffic jams on my daily commute. I no longer do that, so the stories had to emerge somewhere I suppose. I actually wrote my first novel about two years ago, and I was over the Moon when a publisher offered me a contract for it. I had the bug, and I’ve never stopped since.

What's your desert-island fantasy? (If you were marooned on a desert-island with only a single fantasy to get off to for the rest of your life, what would you choose?)

My head is full of so many, it’s difficult to choose just one. I’m trying to be disciplined here though (!) so I think I’d narrow it down to something hot and sweaty and involving Jon Bon Jovi.

Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you?

I think of BDSM as a state of mind, a personality trait which is as much a part of the individual as, say optimism or generosity. It’s a way of viewing the world, and relationships, a way of making sense. I know very many people suppress their leaning towards dominance or submission because they find it an uncomfortable fit with twenty first century living, we’re supposed to be assertive, independent, self-sufficient. All of us, all the time. But for those who can and do find their way to expressing their kink, it’s a release like nothing I can imagine - and believe me, I can imagine a lot.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

I’ll always  have a soft spot for Nathan Darke, the alpha male hero from my first trilogy, The Dark Side. He’s my classical handsome hero, dark, driven, moody, a demanding, hard Dom but with an incredible capacity for caring. He’s full of surprises, and has a very tender side. I like to read, and write,  about complex, layered characters so my first attempt to craft one sort of rolled everything I had in my head into one sizzling Dom. He’s not my best Dom, not by a long way, but I love him anyway.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

I read Gone With The Wind when I was a teenager, and formed a love/hate relationship with Scarlett O’Hara. At the beginning of the story she is vain, self-obsessed, and trivial, fascinating but not especially likeable. As her life develops and takes various twists and turns, as she overcomes challenge after challenge, and as the world she knows is ripped apart by civil war she emerges as one of the finest heroines in literature. She is strong, loyal, determined, a natural leader, and above all a survivor. I wish Margaret Mitchell had written more as I would have loved to know what Scarlett did after Rhett announced he didn’t give a damn.

Can I give a shout out about my current release with Stormy Night? Spirit features another heroine who is a survivor, and the title of the book sort of alludes to that. Here’s the stuff from the back cover…

When Matthew Logan offers a homeless young woman a bed for a few nights, he expects the girl to eat, sleep, recover from the flu, and then move on. Instead, in no time at all eighteen-year-old Beth Harte has captured his affections completely. Though Matt wants only to protect her and has no intention of sleeping with her, Beth has other ideas, and she proves to be very persuasive.

But after Beth is attacked by a friend of Matt’s and subsequently learns for the first time that Matt is an experienced dominant, she is unable to separate the man she is growing to care about from her hateful memories of previous exploitation. Confused and frightened, she runs away.

Almost six years pass before Matt sees Beth again, and in that time his vulnerable little waif has reinvented herself as an artist. Now she has a stunning proposition for him and his environmental engineering company: to collaborate on a project fusing art and science to promote one of the most prestigious sporting events in the world. But when Matt demands to know what went wrong before, she tells him the truth, both about her childhood and about his friend’s actions.

Matt is determined to make Beth’s abusers pay for their crimes, but he’s also not about to let her run away from him again. Can Beth bring herself to trust Matt despite her fears and give him the chance to love her and show her the pleasures of being his submissive, or will the wounds of her past keep her from trusting anyone ever again?

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

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Here’s a nice, hot excerpt, to whet your appetite…

I turn, peep up at him. "What are you going to do?"

Now that it's come to it my nervousness must be plain, written all over my face. Matt drops a quick kiss onto my lips.

"Trust me."

I do, and it's enough. I move over to the rail and lean over it as instructed. I gaze down into the hallway below, listening to Matt's movements behind me. Despite my trepidation my pussy moistens still more at the sound of the blanket chest opening, the scrape of objects on the lid as he selects whatever he intends to use, then the soft slam of the lid closing again. Footsteps behind me, then the gentle, scattered thud as several objects hit the carpet. A tube of lube rolls into my line of vision. I know what that suggests. I tremble, but not with fear. Not exactly.

"I'm going to tie your arms to the top rail, each of your hands to the opposite elbow. Is that alright?"

I turn my head to see that Matt has a length of rope in his hands. It's black, and sort of shiny.

"Not too tight."

"No definitely not. You won't be able to move, but you'll come to no harm."

"I know. It's just, I'm having a little wobble here. Don't mind me."

He smiles. "Wobbling's fine, but I'd prefer you to tell me when you’re struggling. I can always slow down, or try something else. So, we're okay to continue? Yes?"

"Yes."

He doesn't move, so I nod for greater emphasis. Still nothing, unless a raised eyebrow counts. Then I remember. "Yes Sir."

"Good girl." He leans around me to secure my arms as he described, wrapping the rope around my wrists and elbows several times then pulling the knot into place. I try an experimental wriggle to find I'm held firm, bent at the waist, my bottom available for - whatever.

I watch over my shoulder as Matt pulls his T shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest is a rare treat, taut muscles rippling across the sculpted contours and sprinkled with fine hair which disappears into the waistband of his jeans. I hold my breath as I wait for him to drop those too, but he merely strolls around to the other side of me, taking the time to draw his palm across the globes of my upturned bum.

"Nice arse, Beth. I always thought so."

I wriggle my hips, loving his touch but still not quite sure of my allure to him. "I was too thin."

"Maybe then. Not now. Now your bottom's lovely and curvy, firm but soft enough to have some real fun. And we are going to have fun here, Beth. That's what this is all about."

He stands behind me and slides his fingers into the crevice between my buttocks, reaching down until he parts the folds of my pussy from behind. He hasn't asked me to spread my legs but I do anyway, revelling in the sensual caress. The flat of his fingers and palm are stroking my pussy, his fingertips rubbing my clit. I writhe, the curl and clench of orgasm starting already. He knows his stuff, knows just where to touch, just how to arouse me.

I whimper and lift my bottom in wordless pleading. Can it really be this easy? Does he really have to do no more than tie me up and stroke my cunt to bring me to a climax in seconds?

It would seem so. I close my eyes and allow my body to simply respond.

Without warning he withdraws his hands and I'm alone. Abandoned. I turn my head to see him crouching a couple of feet away, picking up an object from the floor. It's a bullet vibrator.

"What are you going to do with that?" On a stupid questions scale of one to ten, that must score about twenty seven. Matt certainly thinks so as he grins at me, his leer quite wicked.

"In the future, when you're a little more confident - in yourself and in me - I'll probably blindfold you and let you try to guess what I'm using. For now though, since you've seen it and you've asked, this is going inside your sweet cunt. It's small, you'll have to squeeze to hold on to it. I'll be stroking your clit, and we both know how much you love that, but if you drop our little toy I'll stop. So, how's that for incentive?"

"I think it should be very persuasive, Sir."

"I thought it might. And if you treat our toy with the respect it deserves, I'll let you come. Then I'll put it in your arse, and we do it all again."

A little bit more about me…

I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres.  I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel.  I’m a rural parish councillor too.

My other titles are many and varied, and include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme.  My stand alone novels are The Three Rs, Chameleon, Red Skye at Night, and Faith but this list grows all the time. The Widow Is Mine is a full length medieval erotic romance which I wrote for The Conquered Brides collection. I’ve also written several short stories, including Re-Awakening, a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, and a MM story, Bodywork, which was included in the Amazon best-selling collection Brit Boys on Boys. You can find all my stories on my author page on Amazon.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too. And more recently on Tsu

The amazing Morganna Williams answers Emily's questions

I'm absolutely delighted to have Morganna Williams, who exploded onto the spanking-fic scene with The Commander's Mate in September, over to answer my questions and share her new book, His Girl His Rules!

Why do you write?

I write because I have to. All of these stories are rolling around in my head and they need to come out. I started out just writing shorts and gradually moved on to novellas and novels. In a way I was writing before I started putting the words to paper. I used to entertain myself as a kid by running dialogue and scenarios with made up characters in my head. Of course they were often silly but even then it wasn’t unusual for a spanking to occur. 

What's your desert-island fantasy? (If you were marooned on a desert-island with only a single fantasy to get off to for the rest of your life, what would you choose?)

Hmmmm...that’s a very interesting question. I have one that I always come back to; A man tied to a bed and his lover who is usually submissive teasing him to the brink again and again while he orders her to untie him and threatens to make her pay for her actions. Finally, she straddles him and rides him a bit but finds she needs him taking her hard and fast so she unties him, expecting he’ll immediately finish what she started. Of course he immediately turns her over his knee and spanks her with his hand until her bottom is scarlet. Then urges her onto her hands and knee, she goes eagerly but then is dismayed to look over her shoulder and find a hairbrush in his hand which he uses very generously before taking her hard from behind. He of course wrings multiple orgams from her until she’s promising to be good and begging to rest. I actually wrote a short story along these lines. :-)

Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you? 

I feel like I was born a spanko. When I was five and out to dinner with my parents and my father’s boss and his wife. I asked the wife if her husband spanked her. My mother of course nearly died and told me “We don’t ask people such personal questions young lady!” Thankfully my father didn’t hear. The funniest part though is that the lady actually answered me and I’ve never forgotten it. She said, “He tries dear, it doesn’t really hurt but I pretend it does.” Since adults spanking adults was never discussed in my home and I was spanked only a couple of times that I remember I feel its safe to say I was born spanko. BDSM is just a natural progression from there. Anyway, those are my thoughts.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

I think my favorite is Shannon. I have another book coming out soon featuring her and her relationship with Landon. It’s kind of set up like a spanking situational comedy with each chapter being an episode. You will see Shannon is a bit of a mess but she is also a lot like me. I have the tendency to not always think before I act and don’t pay near enough attention to life’s little details like speed limits, tires, due dates...etc. Its not intentional but I tend to get caught up in the moment sometimes. I’m better than I used to be but I still have what I like to call “Situations” I’ve always thought situation prone sounded much nicer than accident prone or disaster waiting to happen. 

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

I think Holly Golightly from Breakfast At Tiffany’s. Something about her deep sadness covered by the bright exterior calls to me. I want her to be happy. Of course she ended up with George so how could she not be?

Thank you so much for having me as a guest on your blog today Emily. Here is an excerpt from my new book His Girl, His Rules. I hope you like it! In this scene Glory just threw a little hissy fit at dinner with Gabriel and decided to leave without him; lets see how it works out for her:

Excerpt

Grabbing her purse, Glory walked swiftly away from Gabriel and out the front door of the restaurant. She smiled thinly at the valet and asked him to call her a cab.

“That won’t be necessary,” Gabriel told him from behind her as she felt his hand close on her arm.

Glaring up at him in outrage, she tried in vain to tug her arm from his hold. “Let me go this instant!”

He tugged her up against him and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I suggest you lose the attitude fast, young lady, or you’ll feel the flat of my hand right here and now. Are you going to behave yourself or give this young man a free show?”

Glory felt her face heat up as she glanced nervously at the valet, who was watching them curiously. “I’m sorry; I won’t need that cab after all.”

“Good decision, sweetness,” Gabriel said as he planted a hand in the small of her back and urged her into the parking lot. As he helped her into the car, Gabriel pulled her skirt up in back until her bare bottom was exposed.

“What are you doing?” she asked in alarm.

“I want your bare bottom sitting directly on the seat,” he told her as he rolled the back of her skirt up until he could tuck the whole thing into her waistband.

Glory was scandalized; the front of her was completely covered, but anyone looking into the car would be able to see a large portion of bare hip on both sides where the skirt tucked behind her waist. “I can’t ride all the way home like this!”

She moved around, achingly aware of the coolness of the leather seat beneath her and shocked by the escalating level of her own arousal. What was wrong with her?

Gabriel leaned in to loom over her seat, seeming to surround her with his body heat as he captured her eyes with his stern gaze. “You can and will ride home exactly like this with your bare bottom right there on that seat. I want to be able to look over and see that you’re doing exactly as I instructed. Hopefully, by the time we get back to your house you’ll be in the right frame of mind to apologize for your childish behavior.”

Glory felt embarrassed tears begin to well up and she sniffed them back stubbornly. How had they gone from such a nice evening to this so fast?

Blurb

Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.

Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.

Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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The lovely Korey Mae Johnson answers Emily's questions!

What an extraordinary pleasure it is to welcome my colleague Korey, who's been both an inspiration and a marvelous help to me as I've found my way in the world of BDSM and spanking fiction. Looking back on all the covers she's made for me I can hardly believe the incredible quality she brings to the task every time. Of them all, there's a very special place in my heart for the cover she made for Tamed by the Highlander, which uses her own photograph of Urquhart Castle. Thanks, Korey!

And now, her answers to my penetrating (heh) questions!

Why do you write?

Because I mostly enjoy it. It’s an addiction, certainly. I’ve been doing it since I was little, and it always calls me back. It doesn’t relax me, though. I think writing is the hardest thing I do, and I think if this was all I did, I’d get a little squirrely. I go through creative droughts and serious writer’s block (they’re different things in my mind) more often than I imagine other authors do. I never get things done as fast as I wish, which is a shame, because I’ve gotten so much positive support, far more than I deserve, and I still move it along at a snail’s pace. Honestly, good thing I write on a computer. If I had to write everything out on paper, there wouldn’t be any more trees left. I throw easily 9/10ths of everything I write away.


What's your desert-island fantasy?

That’s a really good question. I think it would be of a young woman (or me, although I really tend to fantasize in the third-person) being blackmailed into doing all sorts of hot sexual things by someone who was supposed to protect her, like some sort of guardian (though not blood-related), who also uses her as he pleases along with his handsome brother. All in the victorian period. When I was going through puberty, I was sort of obsessed with anything from 1830-1920 so now all my sexual fantasies wander back there, anyway.


Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you?

I don’t think there’s a solid rule. It CAN be an orientation. (I’ve certainly known people that can’t feel aroused without spanking or being spanked). I was born with this interest as far as I can remember (at least since I was three), so I didn’t have a choice about my obsession, but I actually don’t need spanking to be aroused. At the same time, I’ve met BDSM & spanking “converts” that didn’t realize what they wanted until they saw it and they picked it up like one would pick up a sport or a pastime. I actually think that they can become orientated to spanking over time even if they weren’t born with the interest. Even if they went without BDSM the first 30 years of their life, I’ve still met those that need it to enjoy sex to the fullest after a few years of practicing BDSM. And when necessity towards spanking that happens, I believe its become an orientation.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

That’s a hard question, but I think it’s Moriarty Miles from my Otherworldly Discipline series. He’s such a fun asshole to write--clever and witty, like a fantasy version of Oscar Wilde.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

Although Lothaire and Nucking Futs Nitz from Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark Series are tying at second, my all-time favorite is Zaphod Beeblebrox. Don’t trust any of the movies or TV shows. When it comes to books, he’s the best character ever. He is extremely clever and awesome to the bone, and he knows it because he’s the most arrogant person in the universe yet normally does the right thing in the end… but not always. He’s an anti-hero that could put Tony Stark to shame.


And now for the good stuff--the ultimate awesome project Korey and so many other incredible colleagues have put together! Take it away, Korey!

This year I got to work on a team led by Renee Rose, including Ashe Barker, Sue Lyndon, and Dinah McLeod, where we all put our heads together and made 5 full-length books centering around the same event. All can be read individually, and those individual options come out next month, but now is the ultimate way to read it--from every direction! The collection is a great value and great, sexy medieval spankin’ fun. If you like historical romances or sexy scenarios, then this is your collection!

I’m extremely excited that I got to join up with a group of amazing authors for this next project, where I once again tackle the medieval period. It’s extremely fun to write, though it had its challenges, and I think it’s one of my sweeter books with still a lot of non-consensual spice! As for the other girls--wow, all their books will knock your socks off, and this collection includes 5 full length stories from me, Renee Rose, Ashe Barker, Sue Lyndon, and Dinah McLeod. They’re not just sweet people, which they are, but they are all extremely talented and it was a delight to do this project with them. We hope everyone will love it!

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Summary: When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?

The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors. This collection includes:

Commanding the Princess, by Korey Mae Johnson

As the ruler of Hohenzollern Castle in name only, Susanna has watched helplessly for years as her power-hungry uncle made one enemy after another for her. One enemy stands out, and the moment she catches sight of him, Princess Susanna is certain that it will be Gerhard of Bavaria who brings her world down around her. As his army smashes through her gates, Susanna makes the only choice she has left. She surrenders herself to Gerhard, hoping to win mercy for her people, though she fears it will come at the cost of her life. But she soon learns that Gerhard has other plans for her, plans which may end with her surrendering much more than just her castle to him.

The Knight’s Seduction, by Renee Rose

Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight's seduction?

The Widow Is Mine, by Ashe Barker

Since her husband’s untimely passing, Lady Natalia has resigned herself to a quiet life as a young widow and perhaps one day as a nun. But when her adopted home is conquered by the enemy, her world is turned upside down. After he rescues her from the chaos of Hohenzollern’s fall, Duke Stefan of Richtenholst cannot imagine allowing Natalia to languish behind the walls of a convent. The duke takes Natalia home as his wife, and he quickly proves himself ready to compel her obedience when it is necessary, but can he ever truly make her his own?

Conquering Lady Claire, by Sue Lyndon

As Hohenzollern Castle falls, mayhem unfolds around Lady Claire, and her only aim is to lead as many women and children of the castle to safety as possible. In an odd turn of fortune, her courageous efforts ultimately lead to her capture by none other than Lord Galien of Minrova, the very man that her brother, a powerful duke, recently commanded to find her and claim her as his wife. Claire’s defiance is quickly overcome by means of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but Galien is not content merely going through the motions of a political marriage. His skilled lovemaking soon leaves his new bride begging for more, but can he conquer her heart as well?

Kidnapped and Claimed, by Dinah McLeod

When her husband’s repeated infidelities and drunken insults become too much to bear, Lady Cecily flees to her childhood home at Hohenzollern, but things quickly go from bad to worse and she is kidnapped from the castle stables only moments after her arrival. Cecily ignores her abductor’s warnings of ruin about to befall Hohenzollern and his claim that he took her from the castle only to keep her safe. She resists him every step of the way, until at last he spanks her long and hard. Despite his firm chastisement, it soon becomes clear to Cecily that her captor cares for her in a way her husband never did. But can she forgive him for stealing her from her home?

Publisher’s Note: The Conquered Brides contains spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Thanks so much for hosting me, Emily! Visiting has been a blast! Come visit me on my blog sometime!

Jaye Peaches comes to visit for Emily's Questions!

I'm so happy to have my friend Jaye over--especially since she just published a historical about an absolutely fascinating time in English history!

Why do you write?

It’s always been there, my love of writing, probably since a small kid when I wrote badly spelt poetry. My first book was scrawled in an exercise book when I was eleven (all gone unfortunately), others I plotted out, but remained trapped in my head throughout my adolescence. My kids love to write and I come from a book loving family, so I guess it’s in the genes.

What's your desert-island fantasy? (If you were marooned on a desert-island with only a single fantasy to get off to for the rest of your life, what would you choose?)

This is a favourite scenario of mine - the desert island, so I’d probably fantasise about it while I’m surrounded by palm trees and crashing waves. I’m there, unable to escape and in the company of some strapping Dom with a strap and a mischievous grin. Lots of hot sex too, warm sun and no clothes. Not especially original, but what the heck, I live in a cold country.

Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you?

Personally, I think we’re born with a blueprint of who we are and what we have the potential to be and that blueprint can be alter a little or a lot according to the environment we grow up in. I’m a spanko from birth type, but it is only in recent years, since I met other spankos, that I’ve had the opportunity to see that side of me fully. Writing about spankings helps me come to terms with that ‘orientation’. As for BDSM, it is a broad collection of practices and incorporates many things that can be innate or gained through experience. I can imagine fantasies wrapped around those practices, but kink is way too complex to sum up as one or the other. My answer gives me some peace of mind that I’m not a freak of nature, but on the other hand, many in mainstream society will see me that way regardless.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

I’m not one for favourites, I drift in my preferences according to my moods. However, I loved creating Gemma and Jason (you can’t have one without the other). They’re pure fantasy in terms of kink (domination and submission primarily) and the setting of the book, which is the wealthy ‘they can do anything they like’ scenario, but I know from readers their relationship has a real-life edge to it, which is identifiable and endearing.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

Argh, just one? It would have to Francis Crawford of Lymond. A historical character from Dorothy Dunnett’s six book series set in Tudor Europe. He’s the epitome of the enigmatic hero - sexy, but flawed genius who nobody truly understands. Rather Dom-like in nature, sometimes cold and stern, but always underneath it, very passionate. Yummy.

An excerpt from In Enemy Hands

Daniel has revealed his true feelings towards Hester, his enemy and the woman he has kept captive in her own home. She has tried to escape and before he can honour his love, he must punish her and start afresh.

What should he do? The question spun out of control in his head. The answer—have her locked up out of sight while he returned to the business of warfare—failed to take hold. The sight of her rounded breasts, the rise and fall of her erect nipples, did nothing to help curtail his inappropriate cravings. Hester was his enemy and the daughter of a renowned Royalist. Ever since his arrival, she’d played him at a game. Smiling, chatting away at the dining table, then, behind his back, plotting and defying his orders. How could he trust her to do as he commanded?

The answer lay in her eyes. They sparkled under the canopy of the bed. The trembling fingers unfastening her corset worked frantically to undress. Whatever she might say aloud to him, her true emotions appeared to have betrayed her. It was as if she wanted him to spank her, make her vulnerable and open to him. How would he hold back and resist taking her? His manhood stiffened, expecting relief. It had been months since his last acquaintance had offered him respite. The meagre homestead of a young woman he’d frequented and the thought of those tumbles between the sheets made him ashamed. Now, faced with a beautiful woman of worthy status, he rapidly succumbed to baser instincts.

Daniel rose from the bed and stepped away, giving Hester room to disrobe. She stumbled as she stepped out of her chemise and removed her undergarments. She locked her hands around the bedpost, gripping it as if her life depended on the support and turned away from him. Her naked sex tucked out of sight, she squashed her thighs together and bowed her head.

He grasped her hips and pulled her bottom back, forcing her to bend at the waist. As she did, her buttocks parted. He sucked in a deep breath and removed his gaze from her gleaming cleft. “You must remain still.”

“I do not know if I can,” she whispered, continuing to cling to the bedpost.

Daniel loosened the sash about his waist and bound it about her wrists. She gaped at him as he drew her hands together, but she said nothing. He tied the other end of the sash to the bedpost. He stood back, admiring her pose; he noted her small stature, the rounded lobes of her fine rear, how her calves twitched and her nimble feet fidgeted on the rug.

She glanced over her shoulder, and a pair of wary eyes stared at him. “I might scream.”

“The servants will know you are being punished. It will do them no harm to think so.” He fretted that they would think him too harsh, but there again it was necessary to keep the appearance of a tyrant to help maintain order. His soldiers would expect it and war meant oppression; whether he liked the notion or not, it had to be demonstrated.

“Am I being punished?” she asked.

Daniel didn’t answer. To say yes would mean he had to crush her, make her bawl and cry at him, beg him to stop, and ensure the occupants of the house knew exactly what was taking place in her chamber. If he said no, what was the purpose of his spanking? He flexed his right hand, preparing himself for the first slap of his rigid palm and contemplated the trembling Hester.

He had to make her demure and contrite, pleasing to his eyes. A well-delivered spanking would exonerate her behaviour, enable him to approach her and give her solace. It came to him there, as he raised his hand ready to strike her pale skin, how much he desired her and the impression she’d made on him in such a short space of time. His puritanical upbringing could no longer hold him back.

He smacked her upraised bottom and she jolted forward, her shoulder knocking into the post. No sound came from her mouth, only a sharp gasp of breath. He swept back his arm, aimed at the other cheek, and swung his hand upwards, colliding with quivering flesh. The sound echoed around the wooden panels and she emitted another audible exhale. He spied the whites of her knuckles tightening their grip on the wooden support.

Daniel focused his attention on her rump, the curves and contours, the splendid cleft and what lay within it. Her legs parted, as she shuffled, dancing about in reply to his smacks. To keep her still, he rested a hand on the small of her back and pressed her down, preventing her from jumping up. He continued to spank her.

As he spanked Hester, her bottom turned from alabaster to the colour of ripe tomatoes. Her attempts at remaining quiet failed and she began to cry out. Muted at first, then louder as she fought to remain in position. Her knees started to buckle and he looped his arm under her waist, drawing her back up and leaning her against his own hip. With her held in place, he picked up his pace but reduced the power behind his slaps. She stamped her feet on the floor and shrieked with each smack.

Her crimson behind emitted heat and he ceased spanking. Holding her steady, he rubbed her cheeks in circles. His own hand smarted with the blows and he took pleasure in caressing his palm on each buttock. Without thinking, he trailed a finger down between her bottom cheeks and between her folds. She moaned and he considered it a resplendent sound to accompany his findings. Her slit was slippery and her sex lips swollen.

Keeping a firm grip on her waist, he fumbled with his breeches and released his stiff cock. It sprang upright and he pressed it into her crevice, while kicking her legs farther apart with his foot.

“Daniel!” She spun her head round and her eyes widened.

Blurb

When the rest of her household flees the family estate during the English Civil War, Hester Cavell, a proud Royalist supporter, stays behind hoping to protect her home. Unfortunately for Hester, she quickly finds that she is no match for a troop of Parliamentarian dragoons, led by Captain Daniel Hasard. Once the dragoons take control of her house, Daniel lets Hester stay with her servants, but he warns her that he will punish her severely if she causes any trouble.

Despite Daniel’s warning, it isn’t long before Hester risks her safety and attempts to sabotage his troops, earning her a long, hard switching on her bare bottom. But as the weeks pass, she begins to realize that the man behind the enemy uniform is loving, intelligent, and kind, and she can’t help but grow more and more attracted to him. Daniel returns Hester’s affection, and while they remain enemies by day to protect her reputation, they soon become passionate lovers by night.

Not wanting the servants to guess at their games, Hester continues to make a pretence at mischief, and Daniel continues to punish her sternly. But when a servant at last finds out the truth of their relationship, will it bring an end to their newfound romance, or will Daniel cast aside politics and allegiances and ask for her hand in marriage?

Publisher’s Note: In Enemy Hands is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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