Riding with a Bodyguard with Ann Raina

Riding and hiking in the New York State national forest—what could be more recuperative? When Secretary Nolan’s wife decides to have a pleasant week of riding in the national forest she can’t anticipate the trouble waiting for all of them, and the snowstorm is just the beginning.

About Ann Raina

Ann Raina lives and works in Germany with cats and a horse (which has its own home). Riding and writing are her favorite hobbies without putting one above the other. Her latest series, starting with The Secretary’s Bodyguard, sends a loving couple into dangerous, life-threatening adventures.

In all of her books she combines romance, suspense, and humorous elements, for no thrilling story can stand without a comic relief.

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A Rose in Bloom with Allysa Hart

“You are not just my wife, you are my world.”

Keith and Rose have been happily married for years, but when they begin their journey to build a family they are thrown into a tailspin of disappointment and they begin to lose each other.

After months of growing apart, Keith makes the decision to reclaim his wife and whisks her off to an exclusive BDSM resort. Rawhide Ranch is a place for lifestyle couples to congregate and play out their fantasies, but there is a whole other side that the couple had not been aware of.

Rawhide houses, educates, and places Little submissives who have sought out the program. Rose finds herself intrigued with the idea of Age play and ends up dressed like a schoolgirl as she participates, for a day, in the littles program. Quickly realizing that this specific lifestyle choice is not for her, she voices her concerns.

Master Derek, the owner and operator of the ranch, uses his astute observations and years of experience to convince Rose into trying her hand as a Top. Surprising both her and Keith, she accepts his offer and the lost, wilting rose, begins to bloom once again.

 Without warning, the symbolic implement lit a fire to her sit spots, and Rose was unable to keep her composure. The sting that the smooth wooden bowl evoked was horrendous. She hated it with a passion, but she was thankful to be over her husband’s knee at that particular moment. She had been lost , feeling like she had been floating in a sea of nothingness with no one to keep her grounded. She was tired of treading water, tired of fighting, tired of being strong. Being disciplined gave her the ability to shed all of that. Keith took charge, and as the spoon lit a painful fire on her bottom, the tension burned away and exited her body in the form of gut wrenching sobs.

The crest of her bottom to the tender crease of her thighs felt as if they were on fire. As far as punishments went, this one was tame compared to what she was accustomed to, but it was exactly what she needed to set her to rights. Collapsed over her husband’s strong knee, she absorbed the pain and released her pent up angst. Even with her full submission, the attack on her posterior continued, flushing the negativity from her system with each smack of the spoon. Before realizing that the spanking had ceased, she was lifted into her husband’s tight hold and laid on the bed where he slowly released her hands from their bindings and rubbed her shoulders to ease the discomfort. Her feet were freed, and he stretched out next to her as she cried. Keith had a way of using his body as a human shield; it was her favorite feeling. With his whole being wrapped around hers, she was safe. She was loved, and no matter what was going on or where they were, his body was home to her. With this final thought, she drifted into a blissful slumber.

About Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for  authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Blind Desire with M.R. Wallace

It’s mid-February and Renee has gone to her favorite local coffee shop to get a hot drink and try not to focus on her own loneliness. She has friends, but ever since she was left blind by a car accident a few years ago, romance has pretty well vanished from her life. Until today.

Dominic enters the café and introduces himself immediately. While she’s not exactly sure what to make of the stranger with the rich baritone and the spicy cologne, she relishes the company. Then she surprises herself by agreeing to let him walk her home. He seems to be quite a gentleman, but Renee can’t help but feel there’s more to him, just beneath the surface. As the blocks pass by, she wonders, how far can she take this? What happens when they get to her door?

 

About the Author:

Born and raised in Eastern Oregon, M.R. Wallace grew up loving art, especially drawing. Soon, his abilities with words far outweighed pictures, and he has been writing this and that ever since. An army veteran of six years, he’s been to Iraq and Afghanistan as a UH-60 Blackhawk mechanic and spent most of his enlistment stationed in Fort Drum, NY. Now he lives in the high desert of California and much prefers it. M.R. was first published in horror by Dark Chapter Press. His first erotic work, and certainly not his last, is currently available. He also writes sci-fi, fantasy, and thrillers.

An Erotic Story of Love and Lust With Juliette Banks

Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

 

She was in the library one afternoon, bending over Viktor’s desk, avidly reading a book with illustrated erotic tales, and totally immersed in the work so that she did not hear Viktor come in the room and walk across the carpet towards her. The first she knew of his presence was a hand sliding up the back of her leg and under her dress, towards her bare bottom.

“So, my little English Miss is studying my erotic books, is she?”

Natasha jumped at the sound of his voice and began to stand, but his hand pressed her down again.

“Continue reading, my dear. In fact I’d like you to read aloud, please.”

She began to read, haltingly at first, but then with more confidence. As she did, Viktor lifted her dress up and rested it on her back before running the palm of his hand over her bare bottom and down her thighs. The story was about a woman who was being taken roughly by three men, and each time Natasha said something coarse or erotic, Viktor raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her behind.

Raymond pushed several fingers hard into her cunt, which made her gasp… A hard slap on her buttock was Viktor’s response to her saying those words.

…the two other men grabbed her feet on either side and stretched her wide so Raymond had the fullest access to her cunt…

Another slap, on the other buttock, this time. And so it proceeded. Natasha knew that she was becoming wet from desire, and Viktor saw it too. He bent and spoke gruffly into her ear.

“Reading this excites you, Natasha, you filthy harlot. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir,” she whispered, hoarsely.
“Continue reading, my little slut, and while you do I am going to finger fuck you. I can hardly wait until our wedding night. You won’t be able to walk for days after that.”
As she resumed reading, his fingers began to slide through the liquid now pouring from her slit. He found her clit and began to massage it, while pushing two of his fingers into her hole.

Natasha began to pant and found it hard to form the words.

…the two men holding her ankles knelt down and both grabbed the nipple nearest to them and began to pinch it hard, digging their nails into the soft skin while… “Oh sir, I…”

“Don’t stop, little slut.”
…while Raymond rammed four fingers hard into… “Oh, I, please…”
“Don’t you dare stop, my little slut.”
…Raymond rammed four fingers hard into her cunt.

Natasha could read no more; so close was she to her climax. She began to moan, rotating her hips and pushing them towards Viktor in an effort to get more of his fingers into her. She wanted him so desperately; not just his fingers but his cock, deep inside her, and she wondered if he would lose control and ignore his plan of marrying a virgin. But she forgot all of that as she spiralled into ecstasy once more. She forgot where she was, who she was, and for a moment even, she was the woman in the book who had two men holding her ankles while the third pushed his fingers inside her.

About the author:

 This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.

When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.

 

Connect with Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine

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Final Kill with Leslie McKelvey

 

The world doesn’t know Cat Beckett, CIA linguist and expert sniper. She does her best to keep her skills secret, but when a SEAL team is ambushed in the remote mountains of Afghanistan she doesn’t hesitate to take out the enemy. After saving the SEALs, the third Spec Ops team to be compromised in as many months, she realizes someone in her unit is giving classified information to the enemy. She suspects that Peter Mitchell, her supervisor and ex-lover, is behind the betrayal, and sets out on a dangerous quest to prove his treason.

Lt. Ryan Heller, US Navy SEAL, is accustomed to facing death. When his team is attacked by Taliban fighters he thinks his last day is upon him, until an unknown sniper saves their lives. The prickly, green-eyed beauty handles a rifle as easily as most women handle a purse, but who is she? And what is she doing in the middle of a war zone? He is intrigued, and attracted, but his instincts and her piercing, tiger-like stare tell him to tread carefully.

Afghanistan’s Bagram Valley is not the ideal place to find love, but these two are trained to make the best of bad situations. Geography alone makes starting a relationship challenging enough, but caught between extremists and an unhinged, obsessed Mitchell makes it downright deadly.

Cat lay down on her bed and slowly sipped the wine.  As the candlelight and music washed over her, she felt the last of the adrenaline wear off.  She sighed softly and pictured him: the eyes so blue they were almost violet, the sharp line of his jaw, the lips that made her melt, the tall, athletic body, the smile that was like sunlight to her soul.  Desire swirled in her belly, and now it wasn’t adrenaline making her edgy.  She wanted him so much she ached.

Frustrated, she sat up and put the wine aside.  She looked around the room then turned off the candle closest to her.  Shaking her head she rose, and was about to turn off the second candle when there was a soft rap on her door.  Her head snapped around.

“Just a minute,” she said after a moment of surprised silence.  Cat grabbed her robe, slipped it on, and tied the sash.  Her bare feet whispered over the floor as she approached the panel and said, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Cate.  Can we talk?”

She was so stunned that for a moment she couldn’t move.

“Cate?”

She blinked, shook herself, and opened the door.  She looked at Ryan with wide eyes and backed up as he walked up the steps and into her quarters.  He closed and locked the door behind him then turned to her.  Looping an arm around her waist he pulled her against him.

“I changed my mind,” he whispered.

Leslie McKelvey has been writing since she learned to write, and her mother still stores boxes of handwritten stories in the attic.  When her high school Creative Writing teacher told her she needed to be a novelist, she decided to give it a try.  Finally, at the ripe old age of…forty-something…her debut novel, Accidental Affair, was contracted and published by Black Velvet Seductions Publishing.  Two follow-up novels, Right Place, Right Time and Her Sister’s Keeper completed the Accidental Encounters series, and Runaway Heart, a standalone book, was released in March of 2016.  BVS also published one of Leslie’s short stories in the erotic anthology First Submission, and her fifth novel, Final Kill, will be released in late 2016.

Leslie is a war-veteran who served with the U.S. Navy during the Gulf War, and she was among the first groups of women to work the flight deck of an aircraft carrier.  During her five years tour she was stationed at NAS Miramar and spent time on the carriers USS Independence, USS Ranger, USS Lincoln, and the USS Nimitz.  The final two years of her enlistment were spent on Guam and her squadron frequently deployed to Japan and the Middle East.

She learned everything she knows about firearms and tactics from her police officer husband, who is a weapons expert, range master, and firearms instructor for one of the most highly-respected law-enforcement agencies in the world.  She has three boys who contribute daily to her growing number of gray hairs.  Her two oldest sons are United States Marines and the youngest vows to follow suit.  She spends her off-time (kidding…WHAT off-time?) reading, taking pictures, and sending lead down range (that’s shooting, for those who are unfamiliar).  One of her favorite scents is the smell of gunpowder in the morning….

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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.

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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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Can Cole and Emma capture your heart?

First off  – Thank you so much for taking the time to look into my imagination! It’s such an amazing feeling to dream of something in your head and then put your whole heart into putting it on paper. I feel so lucky and blessed to be able to do this and share my dreams with you!

I’ve been writing as far back as I can remember. As a young reader, I was obsessed with anything that made me scared! My shelves were littered with books from YA Horror greats like RL Stine and Christopher Pike. Then when I moved on to middle school I feel in love with Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles and also began reading romance. Primarily for this reason, I have devoted my writing to mostly paranormal romance and stick to the YA and NA categories.

Wounded is my first book with the story planted firmly in reality! It’s a love story centered on military life and how that life has an effect on the people who live it and the relationships that are formed despite the time spent away from home. It’s a very personal story and I hope that you enjoy it!

Currently I am lucky to live in beautiful Colorado where I can see the mountains from my doorstep! I’ve been a Colorado native my entire life and have an incredible husband who supports my dreams as well as four children that help to create them. My passions include reading, writing, graphic design, and music. A rare known fact about me is that I have an intense fear of Orca’s – they didn’t get the name Killer Whale because they are nice! This is a means of constant torment from my family, but it’s all in good fun and a few nightmares are good for the soul… right?

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Here is an excerpt from Wounded. I hope that you enjoy it and that Cole and Emma can capture your heart the way they did mine!

 

Watching her, Cole shut down the part of his brain that would over analyze the situation and just went with his instincts. Tentatively he reached out and just barely touched her shoulder. When she turned and smiled sadly at him, he took it as encouragement and reached farther to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. It was soft and silky and when the slight breeze caught hold of the flyaway strands, they tickled against his skin.

“I’m sure he loves you very much Emma.” Cole whispered, so lost in the moment that he was leaning toward her hoping that she would inch closer his way giving him the okay to kiss her.

“You have to know someone to love them, don’t you?” She asked. Her voice was shaking and a little frightened and all of the sudden he wondered if they were talking about her and her father or something else entirely.

“Sometimes, I think you just know. Regardless of anything else.”

Then the moment that he had been waiting for was in front of him. Emma’s eyes closed as she slowly leaned closer to him. She was so incredibly beautiful that it made his heart ache just to look at her as he closed the distance between them.

When their lips finally met, Emma felt her heart sigh. Even though she hadn’t been sure she wanted him in there, her heart had always known and there couldn’t have been a more perfect moment. It was a simple kiss… a sweet one. One that didn’t demand or intrude. When it was over he dropped her hair and smiled at her shyly.

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Mojo Monday….SJ’s Subbies

 

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This week we decided to do something a little different. We invited some subbies from around the blog, to tell us what submission means to them. I am sure some of what they say may resonate with you. So enjoy! I already posted what submission means to me, and you can find it here.

 

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Julia

I think it means trusting another person enough to let him/her guide you. I think it means consensually giving up privileges in exchange for care. I think it must be based on reciprocity – you give something of yourself and you get something in return. I think it´s not something someone can demand by force. It´s a gift. And the dominant part should be aware that it´s a gift that has to be earned. Like the sub part should be aware that it`s a gift to find a person who is worthy of that trust.

Steph

When I was first asked to write about my feelings on submission and what it meant to me, I was a little apprehensive. The answers are tricky and there is no nice little box they fit into. I personally like boxes. I enjoy the safety and security within them. Recently and very slowly I have learned that you can also find that same safety and security on the outside of the box. It is not easy to embrace this and goodness knows I fight it pretty often. Whether I fight it because of fear the unfamiliar or lack of knowledge and understanding, well who really knows. One day it may come to me but so far I got nada for that answer.

 

Personally submission is an extremely deep seeded feeling, an intuition; if you will. To be quite honest, it is something I do not fully understand yet.  What I can say is that it just is……….It seems as natural a part of who I am as the fact that my eyes are brown and my hair is curly. Submission seems to have its very own link in my DNA chain.

 

When I embrace it and don’t fight it and all works well my submission is release from everyday tension; it is structure, safety and security like I have never experienced. It is the knowledge that I have someone who understands me, doesn’t  judge me and very genuinely looks out for me and cares for me. It is trusting that someone can provide me with focus and accountability I often lack in my life. So why fight it? I’ve got theories but no real answer for that.

 

I have never considered that submission was just about spanking, pain or bowing down and kissing boots. I do like the release of pent up emotions a good spanking provides, like all your troubles float away. It lets you know you can feel something other than sadness, anger and frustration. For the record I do not like pain! The thought of pain does not turn me on. I will however admit that a little pain for the sake of pleasure does have an appeal.

Since submission is fairly new to me there is an entire world out there that is exciting ready for me to explore.  However, I have no idea where I fit in at the moment.  I call it Subbie Limbo!!!! That’s where I live most of the time, somewhere between the needs and the wants. I believe guidance and consistency in that guidance are key factors and can help with not feeling so lost. I think at some point I will be able to find where I fit in and where I need to be. Deep down inside that’s really all I want.

Piper
Submission to me, is having the kind of trust in another person where you can be comfortable giving up control to them and knowing they will take care of you in all things, whether emotional, or physical. I would want to do anything to please them since making the person happy would be my reward. Having the kind of person who cares for you that way would be freeing, since giving that person control is the ultimate surrender.
Cecily St Pepper

To me submission is a gift for a honorary person who in turn will treat me with the outmost care, but still push every button I have. Respect and honesty in the forefront in this relationship whether it be between a dom and sub or, lovers.

Meg
What Submission Means To Me
To submit to someone shows complete trust in that person.   Submission means obeying your Dom and doing as he says and being punished when we do not obey.
The Dom cares for his Sub and protects her and holds her accountable.
Being submissive means being with someone who is “in charge” and I do as he says – most times anyway.  When I submit to someone I give my heart and soul to that person and try to please him in all ways and do everything he expects of me and when I do not I am disciplined.   I also believe a Dom cares for his Sub above all else and takes care of and protects his Sub.  He always has the best interest of the Sub in mind and does not make rules to be mean (even if she does not agree with all his decisions).
Being submissive means you do as you are told and most times you are fine with it – unless the Dom tries to push you a little beyond your comfort.  I do believe in doing as I am told and pleasing my Dom and I think it is very important to make my Dom happy and proud of me.
When you submit to your Dom you accept any punishment he says and accept the punishment without question.
Gigi
It seems I’m just beginning to know my submissive side.  I’ve always been attracted to dominant men, but that had very little to do with being submissive.  That was just the fun of having my boyfriend make me do something that I probably wanted to do anyway.  With SJ I truly want to submit to him and make him proud of me and to know I have made him happy just by minding him.  
He may not know this, because looking at my punishment book and the notebook I write my lines in, even I have to wonder if I ever behave!  I love the feeling of being cared for and about.    I don’t know if all trainers have such big hearts, but knowing how many of us he’s taking the time to train and making (I assume) all of us feel special is amazing.  Someday I hope to find my HEA with a dom of my own.  If I do, it will be mainly because SJ has brought out my submissiveness through hin training.   I hope to be as giving as a submissive as SJ is as a dom.
I want to thank the ladies for sharing what submission means to them. It can be a very personal thing to ask someone and forces you to dig deep inside yourself to figure out what it is that you really want. I encourage all of you to do the same. And if you want to post in comments section, that would be awesome!
p.s. Today is my first day of my new job. Wish me luck!

Mojo Mondays with Loki Renard!

This week for Mojo Monday I am excited to introduce Loki Renard. Now I know many of you have read her books. Her Military Discipline series is hot! I believe  it was the first book I ever read of Loki’s and once I finished that one, I was all over Blushing Books and Amazon downloading like a crack addict. I was hooked!

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Her writing is so diverse. She writes about soldiers and brats, and cowboys and spies. Even vampires and elves! One of my favorite books is Obeying Rigel. Now I stumbled upon this book because I did not realize at the time that it is lesbian DD. But don’t let that deter you if you don’t usually buy lesbian DD, you will love it. The characters are interesting and bratty and tough and fun. The writing is very well done with nicely developed plots and full wonderful characters you just want to get to know better.  And lucky for us, her final book in the Rigel series was just released. Leaving Rigel.

 

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Hearts and bottoms are on the line!

In the aftermath of the charismatic albeit unabashedly promiscuous Rigel’s disastrous attempt at a proposal, both Rigel and her ex-girlfriend Sadie are left emotionally devastated and acting out in their own ways.

Meanwhile, gentle dyke Tank seems to be getting called off the romance bench by Sadie’s best friend, Kate, who is far too young for her – and far too straight, for that matter.

Is Kate really interested in Tank romantically? And what about Rigel, who wastes no time declaring her own undying attraction for Tank too?

Whilst Tank tries to navigate her way through that romantic minefield, she has Sadie to worry about. Bright, witty, no-limits Sadie, who seems to have slammed the lever down on her own self destruct mechanism, and who is going to need correcting in no uncertain terms.

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Now a little chat with Loki! Thank you Loki for joining us today.

 

Bree: What inspired you to write your first book?

 

Loki: It just sort of happened. Turns out if you just keep writing long enough, books tend to emerge. 

 

Bree: Thats very true. I keep encouraging Nikki to try her hand at writing. How long have you been writing?

 

Loki: Since they gave me a crayon and started blathering on about the importance of being able to form letters correctly. Turns out all you need to do is mash a keyboard. Ha! 

 

Bree: LOL! How do you come up with your titles? I sometimes find this challenging. You want them to be catchy but have meaning that is obvious to the reader.

 

Loki: Titles are hard. In fact, my next book might just be called that: “Titles Are Hard.”

 

Bree: Is there a particular author you really love or that have influenced your writing style?

 

Loki: There are lots of authors that I love. Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Joseph Heller are three that come immediately to mind. I don’t think I really have a writing ‘style’ at the moment. I tend to write a lot of very different sorts of books in a lot of different ways, using very different ‘voices’ at times. I am easily bored. 

 

Bree: Is writing your primary career or do you have a “day job?”

 

Loki: Writing is my primary career. I’ve been a full time self employed writer for years now. However, I don’t only write fiction. It’s important to have a varied repertoire, both to avoid boredom and to hedge against the impact of the bottom falling out of a particular market. Unless you’re an A-List author, having all your eggs in one basket isn’t a good idea. 

Bree:  I am jealous! I am still working part time at my “day job” and look forward to the day when I can write full time.

 

Bree: What are you working on right now?

 

Loki: Well I am about to start the third Military Discipline book for Blushing Books, I’m finishing a series about a pop star and her stern bodyguard for Bethany’s Woodshed. I also have my ongoing free fantasy series, Lesbia. (More on that later 😉

 

Bree: What is the most difficult or challenging thing in your writing?

 

Loki: This question took me the longest to answer. I think for me the most challenging thing in my personal writing life is coming to terms with genre. I like romance as much as anything, but it’s occasionally more stifling than that scene in Kill Bill where Uma Thurman is buried alive in that wooden coffin and then she has to one inch punch her way out of it. The solution to that issue was simple: write other things too. 

 

 

Bree: Do you have any advice for new writers?

 

Loki: Well, like every other writer, I’d say the best thing to do is to write. If you keep doing it long enough, you’ll find that you grow in sophistication. A lot of people worry about not being good at writing – and a lot of people worry about what other people might say about their writing. And whilst it’s true that there’s no shortage of people who will say whatever silly critical thing comes into their heads, the worst thing you can do is write for critics. 

 

Write for the people who love your work. Write for whatever burns inside you. And remember, if people don’t like what you write, it’s usually because it wasn’t for them in the first place. Or because you called all your characters ‘Bob’ – that’s such a common newbie mistake.

 

Oh, and you will suck. Everybody sucks at first. That’s the idea. Don’t let it get in the way of your aspirations. If you get rejected, keep going. Like most authors, I was rejected a whole lot before anyone agreed to publish me. What kept me going was the love of the stories I had in my head. I also fell in love with the process of writing. Nowadays I don’t feel ‘right’ if I haven’t written. 

 

If you experience writer’s block, you’re doing it wrong. (In my opinion.) I’ve never felt I suffered from writer’s block because to me that feeling of having nothing to write or not knowing how to get it down just means that the story isn’t ready yet. It will come in time. Stories have their own momentum, their own desire to be born, if you will. You’ve got to give your book its due gestational period. If it turns out that you lose interest in a story, allow yourself to lose interest in it. Being a writer doesn’t mean chaining yourself to a computer and flagellating yourself for a lack of creativity – although who knows, that might be a good way to get the juices flowing. 

 

Bree: Well said Loki, and I completely agree. Criticism is difficult even I imagine for the most seasoned writers, but especially so for the new author. But don’t give up.

Bree: When you are writing a book, do you start with an outline first or do you just start writing and see where it leads you?

 

Loki: Well, when you write romance, the end is sort of a foregone conclusion. People get twitchy if the hero and heroine don’t end up together, so I tend to just start somewhere interesting and have intriguing things happen along the way. If I’m writing some of my books that aren’t strictly romantic (like the Rigel series, where I toss all the romance rules out the window, where relationships can and do fail,) well, I don’t plan those either. In my experience, once a story gets going it tends to wrench itself out of your hands if you hold on too tightly anyway, so I prefer a freer flowing form of creation.

 

Bree: Some of your stories are lesbian themed. Are these written from personal experience? I ask this because I have never had a f/f experience but really loved your f/f stories.

 

(Prepare yourself for a really long answer to a question you didn’t really ask 😉

 

Loki: There are several reasons I like to write F/F stories:

 

I like to write F/F stories because I am a woman, and I feel as if I understand a feminine perspective better than a male one. Though I am fond of many of my male leads, I feel as if I write better female characters. 

 

Frankly I think a lot of male characters end up being fairly one dimensional cyphers for protective masculinity instead of actual, you know, characters with hopes and fears and flaws. Sometimes it seems as if the only flaws allowed for male romance characters are being too rich, too charming and perhaps too arrogant. Or too tall. Or too really, really incredibly good looking. 


I enjoy writing about dominant / submissive interactions between women, because it is fun to put women in the driver’s seat, to explore different types of feminine strength and occasionally dominance. There’s also a very different dynamic between two women and a woman and a man. 

 

I feel as if I can be more ‘myself’ as it were with F/F stories, because I’m not tied to the restrictions of genre (or other heteronormative conventions.) I don’t write F/F fiction as a commercial concern, so if what I write makes people hate my face, or is completely ignored, that’s okay. 

 

And lastly, but certainly not least – the F/F audience is a small, but very passionate one. I get a great deal of feedback from them, which I love. Writing is, at its core, communication. In traditional writing models you get a sort of one way stream, in which the author puts the book out into the world and that’s sort of it. With newer ways of writing, like web series, you have much more interaction. 

 

With my Lesbia series, I get the pleasure of seeing people reacting to the series as it unfolds. I’ve been writing it since September 2011, so almost two years soon-ish. And in that time I’ve had the scope and support to see the story really transcend almost anything else I’ve written in terms of character depth and development. It’s an epic, in the old sense of the word, and I love it.

 

Nikki: Wow, it seems all of your reasons for writing f/f, are the very reasons I enjoy reading them. Awesome!

Bree and I want to thank Loki for spending time with us and answering all of our pressing questions. Here are a few more links to Lokis blogs. If you haven’t tried any of her books, give her a try. You will thank me later!

Links: http://sapphosbrats.com/lesbia   (Lesbia)

http://lokirenard.com  (My official site.)

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