Do I DARE? YES!!!…….and A CONTEST!!!



Dare to Defy is DONE!! I sent it to the publisher last night. Oh man, put on your seat belts and grab hold, because this one will take you to a place you haven’t been with me yet! I can’t even begin to tell you all the yummy, naughty things hidden in this book. I have to say, though, it is probably the hottest one I have written so far!!! Even I had to take several breaks to cool off a bit. Poor SJ!!


Just a word of warning…. If you are the type who feels sorry for the villain and does not like the delivery of justice, don’t read this book! The villain is pure evil, and there are several violent and somewhat graphic scenes that will cause the readers to sit on the edge of their seat and wait for the final reckoning.


If you don’t like sex or spanking, well….. What can I say? LOL!!


Dare to Defy is pure fantasy, set in a time and place of old where hope was the source of magic and dragons were a source of hope…



Daynel, the princess of the northern kingdom, is informed that she is to marry Ethan, the prince of the south. When his cruel and evil nature is discovered, Daynel flees under the guidance of her brother, the crown prince and his wife, the High Priestess. They encourage her to have faith and trust that the gods will come to her aide, but Daynel believes only in herself and her sword. If it is not seen, it does not exist….

But what begins to happen in her dreams is very real… The sensations as a massive dragon warrior devours her body with lusty need… The depth of the bond they form while making love in the heavens… And the submission she offers while positioned under his mighty hand for discipline that leaves her both sobbing and aching for his touch…

She awakens each time and begins to long for him in the real world. Does he truly exist? Is he the one who is summoning her to join his battle against the Darkness?

When Ethan’s evil begins to claim the hearts of her subjects, Daynel turns to her last hope. Her dragon priest. He comes to her and claims her as his mate. His demands upon her body are great, yet she dares defy every instruction given, much to her bottom’s grief. But he is relentless as he urges her to reach for her power as the future High Priestess… Power that can only be captured through pain and absolute submission. Power that will set both her, and his, people free.


How she could feel every inch of the long, lean body of a darkly tanned man that pressed against the alabaster paleness of her own, the light and darkness blending into one as their limbs meshed together in sexual fervor. The man engulfed her mouth, tasting her as his rough hand slid boldly up the length of her thigh, hip and to the side of her breast. His fingers brushed over the pink nipple and the tiny nub jumped to attention as though startled awake following a long slumber. Her neck arched, inviting his lips to the delicate flesh of her throat. His long fingers grazed the tender skin, preparing it for his caress. A soft moan whispered from her throat as his mouth sucked her skin gently, slowing turning her body until his teeth sunk gently into the base of her neck. 

She arched her back like a cat, offering herself to a deeper bite and a claim of ownership.  Between her thighs, her wetness built and the scent of desire permeated the air. The man growled as he ran his long fingers along her moist slit and he plunged his tongue between her teeth, drinking her as before. He then suddenly pulled away, staring into her face from arms distance as he held her upper arms in his his grasp. Deep, violet eyes flashed with anger and Daynel released a loud plea through silent lips. Her body was effortlessly lifted and placed across solid thighs as big as tree trunks, and she felt her exposed posterior being hoisted up by the knee beneath her pelvis… Her body froze with anticipation as the mountainous man lifted his right palm high before descending into a vibrating clap as it flattened onto the snow-white peaks of her hindquarters. She lifted her head to cry out protest and a second slap was released, blanching the sweet underside of the gentle curve of her right cheek. The man’s lips moved as he again discharged a third, fourth and fifth iron-palmed swat upon the unprotected softness of her bottom. He appeared to be scolding her, but his words were unheard. 

Daynel held her breath, her chest tightening as she continued to struggle against him. His massive arms readjusted her across his lap, and pushed her head closer to the floor. His fingers probed the copious juices flowing from her body and slipped inside her. A smile broadened his face as her virgin muscles clutched hungrily to his thick digit, and he pressed deeper within her. Daynel lifted her bottom higher to allow his hand access to female treasures, and mewed as the tip of a finger began to circle lazily upon the tiny head of her swollen nub. 


And now for the contest! OK, so you don’t really need to do anything special to enter this contest. Just leave a comment. In comment, answer these questions:

1. What do you think of this new story?

2. What is your favorite Breanna Hayse book?

3. A shout out if you love Nikki. Woot woot!


If you have a blog or facebook page and share this post on there, email Nikki for an extra entry. So one comment on blog and an extra entry for reposting on FB or Twitter, etc. We will randomly draw a winner and that lucky person will receive Dare To Defy (ebook) in whatever platform you want. If you do not want Dare, we are happy to substitute with any other Breanna Hayse book.


Dare To Defy….And Help Save Me From Crazy Cleaning Lady!



Hi peeps, thought I would drop in to say hello and give a little update about whats going on around here.

First of all, Bre has been suffering from “allergies”. I never heard of allergies causing someone to lose their voice and have a raging chest…cold? But what do I know? She says it was allergies, so it was allergies. Luckily for us, she managed to keep writing through it all and OMG her next book. It is the ducking bomb! It is called Dare to Defy and it is so damn hot. All I can say is hold on to your__________. This book is gonna make you need to change your panties a couple times. haha Shhhh! Don’t tell SJ I said that.

The other thing we have been doing is spring cleaning. Can I just say Bree is crazy? I have never seen so much shit being tossed out. Salvation Army, god bless you for coming and taking it all away. Bree is one of those people that gets into something and just goes nuts with it. She is determined that all of the spring cleaning and organizing will be finished prior to our vacation-which starts on Monday! Hmmm….Wish us luck. Lucky for me, I am off to LA with friends for the weekend so I can get out of some of what I lovingly refer to as Hayse Crazy Town. lol

So, thats about all thats happening around here. Hope you all are enjoying your spring and you don’t have a crazy slave driver making you clean.

Love, Nikki

Ice Water To The Veins and What Makes a Subbie Tick…

timid girl



Last week SJ posted about force. Force vs. Dom force. And this week, I am out of town and yesterday morning I could not get ahold of Daddy or Bree. After several hours, I was getting worried. Like, really worried. So I was emailing, and messaging and calling-leaving messages on the home phone. Nothing, nada, zip. Until like 1:30. It was kind of alarming. Well, turns out Bree was suffering from a migraine that she had been enduring for about 24hours at that point. So Daddy took her to the doc. Now he said he emailed me, and Bree said she emailed me too-after the doctors appointment. But for some reason I didn’t get either of them. Anyway, why all this back story information? Because of the email exchange. Went something like this…


Nikki:Where are you guys? You need to call me or email me or something to let me know your ok. Im think Bre is either still sick-in which case I would hope you would call me or email me and let me know. In any case I don’t like not being able to get ahold of you. If I don’t hear from you like this, I worry.


SJ:I did. I sent you an email this morning and Bree left you one. She wasted a lot of time while I was gone and is now working. She will talk to you when I give her permission. Under no circumstances are you to contact her until her wrting is done for the day. I will inform you when she can talk to you. Lov u.


Ok so at this point any sane person would just say yes sir and slowly back away, right? Yea, this is me we are talking about.




I did not get an email from you. Nothing. How come your being so mean? I don’t hear from you guys all day long then when I do finally, I can hardly talk at all. 🙁

lov u



SJ:  First, I sent you an email this morning. If you did not get it, thats Yahoos fault. Second, you need to tone down your attitude. Third, I am not happy with Brees attitude today and thats what I am dealing with right now. Once that has been done she can talk. The only response I want from you is yes sir. love u but you need to mind-especially today.




Now, you all got a little taste of SJ getting his “Dom on” when he was giving you his scenarios for  the Dom-force post. Above was actually a fairly mild message to mind him, but it still had me quaking a little bit. You know what I mean? That feeling in your tummy? Yea. Well of course, my only response was…Yes sir! of course. I may be crazy but I’m not stupid! lol




In any case, I started thinking about the fact that due to my being in school and communicating via messenger or email with Daddy, or even I am embarrassed to admit, at home. Sometimes I am in my room and if I am on the computer (hello, it is on all the time 24/7) rather than yell through the house (cause honestly, I have never heard Daddy yell) he will just message me. So I thought I would share couple messages. The ones that had me immediately snapped to attention.This is from last week.



-I woke up to the following email. This is just a little bit of it.


SJ:  I am not mad or anything   just so you know,you have two orders,and your only reply will be yes sir.You will do these orders as soon as you read the email or have a valid excuse why not.


-I of course responded with a yes sir and completed the assignment.



Well I did complete the assignment but for one reason or another one thing led to another and before you knew it I was in a heap of trouble. Trouble in which Bree was involved in-in respect to my punishment. Well I emailed Daddy..Pleading for help.


Nikki: Daddy please stop her! Its not fair. She is being so mean to me. You are already punishing me. Why do I have to get all these extras too. And Lily didn’t get anything, and she is the one that tattled too.


SJ: Did I not say all you were allowed to say is yes sir?  You will be striped with the cane. As I told you, you must pay attention. The fact you think things are unfair are not relevant only my orders and desires  SJ


-If thats not ice water to the veins, I don’t know what is.


Nikki: Yes Sir.


SJ: I told you, you really have to edit what you say. Some stripes on your bb will certainly remind you. SJ


OK so they were just a couple examples of text or email conversations I have had with him. When or if you put yourself in my position, how do they make you feel? 


I was talking to another subbie and she said she feels nervous when reading an email from a strong Dom. She gets that fluttery feeling in her tummy too.


It is a cross between a feeling of doom-cause you know you are in for it. (And even though the thought of a spanking is exciting-the pain of it is not). Or excitement. Or, pleasure-because he cares enough to reprimand you. Whatever you are feeling, they are quite real, those feelings. But why? Why do we have them? What is it that sets us apart from other women that do not identify themselves as submissive? Is there something wrong with us? And how do they convey that vibe to us, so clearly, through a simple text message?


As young girls we sure do get a lot of mixed messages. Most of us grow up watching Disney princesses and wished we could be them. We are taught to obey our parents. And often told that we will one day grow up, meet prince charming, get married, have babies, etc. But we are also taught the value of an education, the importance of independence, and the necessity of a career. So naturally, we-many of us- are a little bit confused.


I would say most women do eventually achieve most, if not all of those goals in one form or another. They either go to college & have a career or get a job of some sort. They also get married, have a couple of kids. They do it all. But where does that leave them on the inside? How do they reconcile the desire to be be a princess-taken care of? Loved and cherished by their prince charming, with what is in actuality more of an equal partnership, where they are both in charge of everything?


SJ trains subbies and I have noticed that they tend to be a little bit older. Not old, just-past the stage of going to their first job, getting married and having babies. They have done all that. Many of them are perfectly happy by all appearances. But inside…Inside something is missing. That desire to submit and be cared for is there in them but they are not able to express it. I guess that is why they decide to confront their husbands and start training. They want those desires to be satisfied. They need to feel that Dom vibe in their life. But why? 



For me, knowing that I have someone that will love and protect me. Who will care for me. That is really important. I don’t want-or need to be the boss,or the main decision maker. I need that control a Dom has over me because it makes me feel safe. I need the boundaries. I desire to obey. I want to please him. It makes me happy.


So is that wrong? Is something wrong with me-for us- for feeling like this? Because I am sure the women on The View would advise me to be locked up until I got my head straight. I guess the bottom line is, as long as we are not hurting anyone. We are not breaking any laws. Whats the problem? It makes us happy. I guess-who cares why right? Because trying to figure out why you feel a certain way implies that you are searching for a way to fix those feelings. But there is no reason to fix them. They are perfectly fine.


So, I guess…accept those butterflies in your tummy. Enjoy the feelings. Because it really is ok. Yea, some may still say we(I) am weird. But I don’t care. It is who I am and I embrace it.


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Stupid or Insane?


Yes thats right. As I lay here on my bed, eating a pickle and chocolate pudding, I am wondering… am I stupid or am I just insane? Not because of the pickle/pudding thing. Thats actually yummy. No this has to do with when stupid just grows, expands, blows up into full blown insanity.

So I guess your probably wondering what the heck (notice I did not curse) I am talking about. Well I will tell you. I managed to earn a book entry-50 hand, 25 with the OTK paddle and 15 with the school paddle due to calling Bre stupid and saying duck with an F in front of it and the D removed (twice). So yea, thats stupid right? Well thennnnnnn, a friend sent Bre and I easter baskets. Which Bre, in her usual fashion, took over and stole stuff out of my basket. And when I complained to Daddy, I was told to stop bickering.

Now, I guess considering the fact that we spent the better part of the day shopping for furniture, should have been enough of a warning to not tick him off. Because like most men, shopping is not as exciting as it is for us girls. But remember, I am either stupid or insane or by this point maybe both. In any case, I did keep pushing things because darnit, that bear was mine not hers and the giraffe is definitely mine. Yes folks, we are talking about stuffed animals here. And again, I realize that toys are probably pretty stupid to fight over but they were in my basket and she took them and Daddy just let her do it! Is that fair? I think not.

So, again, I complained to Daddy that its not fair-he said he would decide who gets what-which may or may not go in my favor. So what did it get me? A hand spanking 100 and 15 with the brush. Hmph. So not fair! My stuff gets stolen and I get spanked. Where is the justice?

Of course, I should have just kept my mouth shut and snuck in and stole them back from Bre. Kept Daddy out of it completely. But noooooo… Cause remember? I am insanely stupid. Or stupidly insane.


Now you know why I am laying on my tummy while writing this blog post. Eating a pickle and chocolate pudding.

Luv, Nikki

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