Writing in the Rain

The tapping of the old typewriter keys matched the sound of the cold drops of rain as it struck the panes of glass of the study’s windows. With a loud sigh, she wrote the words: It was a dark and stormy night …

“Oh, fuck that.”  The young woman grumbled, tore the paper from the machine and tossed the crumbled ball into the trash can. A new sheet of paper was inserted, and she took a moment to study the stark whiteness of the page. True—life would be easier if she used a computer, but there was something special about seeing words appear on a pristine canvas of pulp. All she wanted was to give the world something that would make things better and help those who were hurting. Could she do that with her words? There had been a time when that was possible, but times change and so do people.

Beginning again, she wrote: His large, thick cock plunged into her hot body. In and out, he …

“Mirabelle! Where the hell are you?”

Rolling her eyes, Belle shouted back. “I’m in my study and trying to work. Where else would I be?”

“Little you know what this rose has cost.”

If on your bed, you lay and dream
With this book upon your breast
Things will not be as they seem
When you seek your heart’s request
Night will fly, and Faeries flee
With snakes below and bats above
Discover not, the way back home
Until you find your one, true love

What would happen if you fell asleep while reading a book and awoke to find that your life was no longer yours? Or that the story didn’t exactly follow the words written on the pages?

An ancient curse is set upon the shelves where first editions of classic books are lovingly nestled in a secured cedar room known as the Paddle Closet. But, like most works of fiction, there is always more than meets the eye. Lost, lonely, miserable and unhappy souls are drawn to this place to find refuge in the joy of a simple story—as long as they stay awake.

Mirabelle Villeneuve, the great-granddaughter of the Gabrielle Barbot-Villeneuve, author of Beauty and the Beast, returns to France with her husband after he experiences a series of terrible betrayals from family, friends, and his job. Once arriving at her grandmother’s old mill, Belle is gifted by a library built by Adam as a symbol of his love and devotion. The shelves are fashioned from ancient timber and antiques found throughout Europe, and he even hand-carves a faerie desk of wood taken from sacred ‘Leprechaun Groves.’ The shelves are then filled with first editions of every classic piece of literature known to man.

Unknown to Belle, Adam has a secret. He made a deal with the Archdruid that if he is given the perfect woman as his wife, he will sacrifice five of his greatest treasures- fame, fortune, family, fairness, and future. Little did he know that this deal would end up costing him and Belle their only daughter, Gabby.

Distraught, Belle seeks solace in her grandmother’s book. Despite the warning of Patrick, an old friend, she falls asleep while reading the handwritten volume and awakens as a living character in a page of the story! Her memory of the book lasts only long enough to learn that the only way ‘home’ is to find her true love, but even that memory soon disappears.

Adam, plagued by guilt for failing to trust Belle with the truth of the deal (which would have broken the spell), offers the ultimate sacrifice—his life. Instead of death, he is transported to the time and place of the story as the Beast. His punishment for his selfish deeds begins with his memory remaining intact. Telling Belle the truth about the past would result in her demise, so the only way to save her is to help her discover her true love—even if it isn’t him.

The Paddle Closet is about new beginnings, the power of love, the consequence of deceit, taking risks and forgiveness—toward other and oneself. It twists fairytales to a level never seen before, each one unique, unexpected and unexplored.

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes and other such items of enjoyment.

Just remember this: Once the story is finished, the book will be returned to the shelves—with or without its reader…


Coming Dec. 13th

Little you know what this rose has cost

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“Little you know what this rose has cost.”

If on your bed, you lay and dream
With this book upon your breast
Things will not be as they seem
When you seek your heart’s request
Night will fly, and Faeries flee
With snakes below and bats above
Discover not, the way back home
Until you find your one, true love

What would happen if you fell asleep while reading a book and awoke to find that your life was no longer yours? Or that the story didn’t exactly follow the words written on the pages?

An ancient curse is set upon the shelves where first editions of classic books are lovingly nestled in a secured cedar room known as the Paddle Closet. But, like most works of fiction, there is always more than meets the eye. Lost, lonely, miserable and unhappy souls are drawn to this place to find refuge in the joy of a simple story—as long as they stay awake.

Mirabelle Villeneuve, the great-granddaughter of the Gabrielle Barbot-Villeneuve, author of Beauty and the Beast, returns to France with her husband after he experiences a series of terrible betrayals from family, friends, and his job. Once arriving at her grandmother’s old mill, Belle is gifted by a library built by Adam as a symbol of his love and devotion. The shelves are fashioned from ancient timber and antiques found throughout Europe, and he even hand-carves a faerie desk of wood taken from sacred ‘Leprechaun Groves.’ The shelves are then filled with first editions of every classic piece of literature known to man.

Unknown to Belle, Adam has a secret. He made a deal with the Archdruid that if he is given the perfect woman as his wife, he will sacrifice five of his greatest treasures- fame, fortune, family, fairness, and future. Little did he know that this deal would end up costing him and Belle their only daughter, Gabby.

Distraught, Belle seeks solace in her grandmother’s book. Despite the warning of Patrick, an old friend, she falls asleep while reading the handwritten volume and awakens as a living character in a page of the story! Her memory of the book lasts only long enough to learn that the only way ‘home’ is to find her true love, but even that memory soon disappears.

Adam, plagued by guilt for failing to trust Belle with the truth of the deal (which would have broken the spell), offers the ultimate sacrifice—his life. Instead of death, he is transported to the time and place of the story as the Beast. His punishment for his selfish deeds begins with his memory remaining intact. Telling Belle the truth about the past would result in her demise, so the only way to save her is to help her discover her true love—even if it isn’t him.

The Paddle Closet is about new beginnings, the power of love, the consequence of deceit, taking risks and forgiveness—toward other and oneself. It twists fairytales to a level never seen before, each one unique, unexpected and unexplored.

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes and other such items of enjoyment.

Just remember this: Once the story is finished, the book will be returned to the shelves—with or without its reader…


Coming Dec. 13th

A Special Visit

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I visited Daddy yesterday- it was a very special day, bittersweet, freeing and a combination of hellos and goodbyes. John was incredible and held me as I talked to my general, cried, and then commented that he had still managed to get the ‘general’s corner’ and the best view! It felt so natural and really helped heal a lost part of my heart. I left this letter for Gen G which also finished my book. I took some pictures- I blocked out his full name and personal information to protect his living family from people like the one mentioned in the letter, but still wanted to introduce all of you to my daddy. He was an incredible man and the inspiration behind the Generals’ Daughter series.

Dear Daddy,
There are so many things I want to share with you; good and bad, but first, I have to say I’m so very sorry for hurting you when I left. I couldn’t explain my reason at the time because I had to protect you at all costs, even if it meant losing the only person who made me feel safe, protected and loved. You meant more to me than I did. The night before Les transferred, he betrayed my trust and forced himself on me. He then threatened that he would report ‘us’ if I told anyone what he had done, even though you and I did nothing wrong. I couldn’t take the risk that anyone would believe the truth about you and me—people always seem to prefer to believe lies if they are more interesting, nor could I risk your future.

Please forgive me.

I’m ashamed to say that my distrust in people still exists and that you were right about the presence of those who would go to any extent to harm others in order to gain for themselves. I’ve experienced that time and time again; most recently this year in way that you would have found appalling. I just wish I had paid better attention to your lessons in dealing with these types—it would have saved me so much heartache and pain. I also wished that you had been there for me to lean on and love me through the pain and betrayal, but you have already left this life by the time I gained the courage to ask for your help.

You were the only father figure I had ever known, the only person who believed in me, and the only one who saw all the good things that I had to offer. I know my choices disappointed you, starting with my first marriage. Again, I did it to spare you from the rumors and gossip spread by the little minds and jealous peons. You were right about the man I married—I lost two more children the same way that I lost the first, through his abuse. Not having you to hold my hand during the last two deaths like you did on the first made me realize how much of your heart you gave to me. I don’t even want to go into the other things that happened–today I just want to hug you again and tell you that you were right all along about so many things.

It took a long time for me to build up the courage to finally rid my life of him. I pulled my life together and met John. I brought him to meet you today and know that you’d like him. He’s just like you, not much of a Daddy Dom (although he does try), but a wonderful, loving, caring and protective man (who lets me swear, by the way!). And yes, I give him as much of a hard time as I did you. After all, the legacy must go on, right?

You taught me so much about myself and my life, and gave me a foundation that I’ve clung to since that last day. I still have your stars and the sapphire that you bought for me, and both bring back the memories of how incredible you were to such a hurting little child who only wanted to be loved and accepted.

I’m a pediatric hospice/special needs nurse and a therapist now, and also work with the VA in domestic violence where I get to help others who are hurting and pay it forward as I have promised. My books share the things that you have taught me with thousands of readers. This letter is the final piece of a book that I wrote about us, and one that I hope will help someone out there feel a little less alone. I’m going to give the earnings to a charity who helps victims of domestic violence. I know it’s what you would have wanted.

Again, I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you the truth. I know that you forgive me; you’re still my daddy; in my mind, heart, soul and spirit and you always will be. You’ve never left me and all this time you’ve been gone, you still watched over me from heaven and just waited for me to call for your help. With this book, one I am calling The General’s Little Angel (no snoritng, now), I’m now able to fulfill all the promises I made to you. It’s freed that little girl inside of me to be happy again. I love you, Daddy, and will be back to see you again very soon.

Your Angel Forever—crooked halo and all,
Bree

Discovery

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I am off today and doing something very special…visiting an old friend, mentor, guardian and my first Daddy Dom… Gen G. Rai Karr was sitting next to me when I discovered that he had only been thirty minutes away from me for over ten years and I never knew it. When he passed away, I thought I lost the chance to say goodbye and thank him for everything he did for me, including saving my life.

Today, I am going to introduce him to John and write the final words of our book while ‘sitting on his lap’ at his gravesight. Needless to say, it’s going to be a very emotional moment, but also a wonderful one. This book, renamed The General’s Little Angel, rewakened something inside of me. Not only did I get to relive the wonderful moments with him, but I also had to face the other things that had happened… things I never had the chance to tell him.

Today, I will tell him everything..both of the past and the present.. and soon all of you will know as well. It leaves me open and vulnerable, but better that than to live in the shadow of falsehoods. He always encouraged the telling of the truth, no matter the cost, and I have decided to face the possible consequences and reveal it all.. past and present.
This autobiography will be part of the Breaking Chains series and deal with healing from betrayal, domestic violence, and physical and mental rape and what we do to survive.. and what can be done to thrive.

Love to all of you and many thanks,

Bree

Not just the turkey will be roasted…with Susannah Shannon

 

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After six months in Chicago filming her TV show, Cass is delighted to be returning to Alaska.  But the move home raises a number of questions. How is it possible that she loves Killian more with every passing day? Why is he so determined to take a wooden spoon on their flight? What do the people of Slick Trench think about Hazel’s ambition to bring more business to their small town? Why does Killian seem to be determined to keep the lodge just the way it has always been? Even if they do go ahead, can they get the construction project done in time to begin filming at the lodge? What is the perfect way to roast a turkey? Is ginger good for anything other than the pumpkin pie?

The true love, small town characters, laugh out loud humor, steamy sex and Cass’s even more scorched bottom are what make this book of the Cass Chronicles series so deliciously Rare.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and elements of power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

 

This allowed Cass to notice the shopping bag he had laid on the table. It was a plain black plastic bag, no label that would make a normal person suspicious. Killian had made it pretty clear that he doubted she

would get much done today and he had made it even clearer that she would be a very sorry girl if his predictions were correct. She sidled over to the bag, not entirely wanting to touch it, but needing to know what was in there—like in a horror movie when the audience yells at the pretty girl who will clearly be the first to get decapitated “don’t go into the empty graveyard!”

She jumped out of her skin when the door slammed. Killian was leaning against the door, arms crossed over his handsome self.

“You’re gonna see it soon enough.” Ahem. “Look, this is hard.”

“I know. But it’s not optional. It has to be done. You’ve had weeks. You need to know that I am not kidding about this.”

“I know that,” she answered quickly. He chuckled, a warm deep sound that set her innards on fire and usually meant he was about to set certain of her “outers” on fire as well.

He turned on the stereo. He reached for her phone and she handed it over. He took his own out of his pocket and stacked them both on the coffee table. This was not a good sign, this meant he was limiting distractions. “Come with me. We don’t have time for procrastinating girls.”

There was always this moment of dreadful anticipation… A split second where she considered saying, “I’ve changed my mind. I seriously don’t want to do this,” as opposed to the

“Honey, please don’t,” that she would invariably say and not entirely mean. She did want this. She wanted to yield to his strength. She wanted the blissful closeness that came after a spanking that left her backside sizzling. It was the getting there that was problematic. She swallowed hard and held a hand up against the front of his shirt. “I will do it right now.” He tucked a knuckle under her chin and lifted her eyes up to meet his. “You will do it after I have spanked you.”

Susannah Shannon lives in the Midwest with her family. She is fascinated by the dynamic of a smart, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special  man.  She thinks sexy and spanky can also be funny.

Connect with Susannah Shannon:

Amazon Author Page

Blog/Website

Facebook 

The delicious recipes from the “Cass Chronicles” can be found here.


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Nice or Not Nice

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Hello lovelies,

I was pondering something the other day. As a Dom I try and keep balanced. By balanced I’m not being Mr. Meanie or de Sade but also not the super nice guy that lives inside 24/7.

Yes, he’s in there, come on cut me some slack it’s been awhile.

There is a strange phenomenon that I have discovered with subbies. They all have, on occasion complained that I’m too mean or too strict. So, being the compassionate Dom I am, I let the nice side show.

Big mistake…subbies don’t really want a nice Dom. They do want me to have empathy and be fair but they really want the strictness. The strictness they all fight so hard against. I have experienced this many times in fact, some subs flat out say, “Don’t be nice to me.”

I have to walk the line between not being nice and not being a jerk. And you all thought this was easy lol. I love all my subbies. My number 1 Bree, of course, does the very thing I’m talking about from time to time.

And you wonder why Doms are special kind of crazy?

Be good, or else…

SJ

All she wanted was a loving husband

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Rose Anna Prescott wants a husband. 

In July of 1890, the young woman rides the stagecoach from her secluded home to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Her stated purpose is to participate in the celebrations welcoming the newest state in the Union. However, her true intention is to find a suitable husband among the available men in the wealthy metropolis.

Her list of criteria for a husband is lengthy – however, it does not initially include that he be a strict disciplinarian. Good fortune smiles down on her; she meets not one, but two eligible men. Cavalry Officer Captain Randall Wilson, and an emissary from President Harrison, Jackson Wright, both compete for her hand. With two men vying to have her as his bride, Rose decides to introduce them both to her father, and to show them the wonders of the new state of Wyoming.

During their adventures together, Randall and Jackson open her eyes to surprising experiences in love, and they both show her that she needs a husband who is willing and able to apply a firm hand to her bottom. Their spankings not only render control of her rebellious disposition, they also awaken her sexual desires.

Before she can decide whom to marry, a dark specter comes between them. This new man plays a winner-takes-all game.

Rose sipped from the cup he offered and more laughter escaped her lips. She tasted the alcohol mixed with the sweet, tart lemonade but did not expose his secret. After finishing their drinks, they resumed dancing. Mr. Wright continued to twirl her slender frame around the dance floor, accompanied by the lilting music. The music flowed into her body, mixed with the intoxicating beverage, and consumed her. With a firm grip on her waist, the handsome man swung her around until she was dizzy.

At the conclusion of the second number, he pulled her close. With her breast pressed into his chest and straining against her stays, he looked down. First his eyes were drawn to her exposed flesh, and then they focused on her eyes. Rose’s entire being sank into those eyes.

“Oh, my,” she said, “I think I must have some fresh air.”

He released her and guided her away from the dance floor. “I believe there is cake and ice cream in the basement. Perhaps it is also cooler down there.”

She nodded and he steadied her elbow as they descended the stairs.

Refreshed by the cool confections, they ascended the stairs to dance one last number before the band quit at midnight. In the dim, secluded stairwell, Jackson pulled her close. With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face. He brushed her startled lips with his own. This new, heady sensation amazed her in its sensuality. She had never been kissed romantically by any man before. Her contrasting feelings wavered between dazed and somewhat scandalized. Seeing that she did not recoil, he touched her cheek and stole a second taste of her lips. His gentlemanly yet masterful manner sent shockwaves through her system which could not be denied or ignored. The folds between her legs swelled with a new purpose. He smiled and released her.

“Mr. Wright, you are—” Rose’s head swirled with the spontaneous grandeur of that moment and she felt herself go pink. She was caught unawares.

“In the presence of exceptional grace and beauty. Yes, I am,” he finished her sentence in his own way.

“Why, sir,” she brought her arms up to pull her breasts away from his chest, “I-I, ah, it is getting rather late and I really must be returning to my hotel.”

“Allow me to escort you, which hotel?”

“Er, the Inter-Coastal—”

“You mean the Inter-Ocean Hotel?”

“Ah, yes, but, really, sir, I can make my own way.” She scurried to get away from him while her conscious brain was still in control of her body.

About the Authors

 Savannah Rollins is a lover of fragrant, pretty flowers. The great outdoors is where she prefers to spend her time, when not working in her office. She enjoys long walks in warm sunshine, along with camping or grilling. She and her guy live near a beach with the beautiful ocean close by.

She adores all animals, but felines are her favorites. She loves music from each genre and decade, and sings along with many artists while dancing – a good source of exercise. Good friends and fine cuisine make her heart sing with joy.

A love of reading comedy, romance, and mystery novels led Savannah to fiction writing.

 

Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.


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Loving a Little Heart #SatSpanks

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We’re back for Saturday Spankings this week with another re-release. This time Loving a Little Heart is on sale for 99 cents. Have you checked in with Baylor yet? Don’t forget to check out all the other snippets the wonderful authors have shared at Saturday Spankings Blog.

Loving a Little Heart

She’s got two gorgeous men, and a serious craving for chocolate…

In this, the sequel to Breanna Hayse’s best-selling ‘Moving A Little Heart’, Baylor’s back—with double the trouble. Feisty but vulnerable Baylor Parish is pregnant with twins, which means her two daddies; stepbrothers Hayden and Jake; her Uncle Terry, and her big brother Matt are even more loving and protective of their girl than usual.

About to realize their lifelong dreams of fatherhood, Jake and Hayden decide to make their family official before the babies are born, and soon a double wedding is on the horizon for the Paterson household. A unique, polyamorous dynamic, however, calls for a very unique wedding—something Baylor is only too glad to embrace. After all, she was married before, and that traditional ceremony ended up having disastrous consequences.

Pregnancy is a time for growth in more ways than one, and Baylor is worried that her dynamics with Hayden and Jake will change now that they’re going to become parents. Can she be a mother and still explore her Little side with her two daddies? How will her changing body and high risk pregnancy affect their BDSM routine? And what will happen when a blast from her terrible past turns up on her doorstep?

Baylor discovers that two partners, two babies, an Uncle and a big brother simply result in twice as much everything; double the fun, double the worry, double the time over a strong lap, and twice as much love…

This story contains explicit content including spanking of adult women, ménage, and ageplay. If you enjoy this material, then grab a box of chocolate and let’s have some fun!

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The spanking had not been very long, but had definitely been effective in gaining her attention. “Do you need some time in the corner to consider what just happened here?”

“No, sir,” she wept.

He squeezed both her cheeks, making her squeal. “Even though you’re thinner, the pregnancy has somehow made your bottom rounder, so spanking it will be even more enjoyable than before. I would hope you’d prefer your future spankings to be ones for pleasure, and not discipline. In any case, you will be spanked—and quite frequently—so it would behoove you to get your attitude back on the right path, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

“Good girl. Come give Daddy a hug,” he said softly, lifting her up to sit on his lap.


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Loving a Little Heart Sale

Who’s got 99 pennies to spare?

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She’s got two gorgeous men, and a serious craving for chocolate…

In this, the sequel to Breanna Hayse’s best-selling ‘Moving A Little Heart’, Baylor’s back—with double the trouble. Feisty but vulnerable Baylor Parish is pregnant with twins, which means her two daddies; stepbrothers Hayden and Jake; her Uncle Terry, and her big brother Matt are even more loving and protective of their girl than usual.

About to realize their lifelong dreams of fatherhood, Jake and Hayden decide to make their family official before the babies are born, and soon a double wedding is on the horizon for the Paterson household. A unique, polyamorous dynamic, however, calls for a very unique wedding—something Baylor is only too glad to embrace. After all, she was married before, and that traditional ceremony ended up having disastrous consequences.

Pregnancy is a time for growth in more ways than one, and Baylor is worried that her dynamics with Hayden and Jake will change now that they’re going to become parents. Can she be a mother and still explore her Little side with her two daddies? How will her changing body and high risk pregnancy affect their BDSM routine? And what will happen when a blast from her terrible past turns up on her doorstep?

Baylor discovers that two partners, two babies, an Uncle and a big brother simply result in twice as much everything; double the fun, double the worry, double the time over a strong lap, and twice as much love…

This story contains explicit content including spanking of adult women, ménage, and ageplay. If you enjoy this material, then grab a box of chocolate and let’s have some fun!


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