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


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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!
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