Do I DARE? YES!!!…….and A CONTEST!!!

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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.

 

Safe Words of Wisdom From SJ

 

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OK lovelies, here is something that (if it hasn’t already)  may come up. Most sites will tell you  to always have a safe word. While I get that its hardly that simple,  lets imagine a scenario.  You  have been talking to a prospective Dom. You like each other and  you have talked for about 2 weeks and feel pretty good about him You have mentioned,  or if he is a true dom he has brought up, your need for atonement and accountability. You agree. However, heres the deal ..If you are meeting for true punishment, for true misbehaviors, a safe word really takes it out of reality, and more into role play. How can you feel truly punished, if you can stop your spanking whenever you want?

Ok I hear you.  But Sir, he’s a stranger.  If i don’t have some control, what if he goes overboard? Good point. And one you have to weigh with how much you feel you can trust this guy  and how guilty you feel for your behavior. I did alot of in-person sessions before I met Bree, and I told all of them, if this is real accountability then no safe word.  Most understood. Some said no, and I respected that.You see, alot of women came to me complaining that the guy that spanked them stopped way too soon. They did not feel truly punished, so they left frustrated, and even more guilty.

Now lets take a role play scenario, or a sub space session.  This is totally different. In role play, you are pretending to misbehave, so a safe word works as its not reality.  In a sub space session, its all about you. So you can have safe words, and even verbalize what you want.

So bottom (yes pun intended)  line, its up to you. If you do not really trust the guy, you have no buiness being with him any way. Just be safe. And make sure you know what you really want.

Be good or else!

SJ

Saturday Spankings…

 

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This week we once again visit Painful Addiction. Still with the editor. Hopefully it will be ready for publication soon. Until then, enjoy! And when your finished, take a trip over to the sat spanks blog spot to check out the other authors excerpts. There are some hot ones this week!

 

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“I would never grow bored of you. You are too spicy,” Reed smiled, kissing the inside of her wrist. “Lay back down.”

“Huh?” Brittany questioned as he gently pushed her to her back, watching her squirm as her tender bottom rubbed against the sheets. “I need to get you some Egyptian cotton 1800 TC if I ever have to lay in this bed with a sore bottom again.”

“I suspect that will happen on numerous occasions, so you might think about looking on eBay or something. Now hush. I just want to take a look at you from a different angle.”

Brittany flushed again as he peeled the sheets from her body and forced her heels up to touch the backs of her thighs, spreading her knees wide before him. She hid her face with her hands.

“Never hide from me, remember? Hold the headboard and do not let go, or you will return to the position across my knee,” Reed said firmly, positioning himself between her thighs and gently sliding his hands under the hot, swollen globes. His thumbs gently parted her pink lips, unfolding the flower that was quickly glazing over with sweet dew. He used his thumbs to stroke her folds, still not touching the protruding button that grew slowly before his eyes. He inhaled and then blew warm air against it, pleased to see her jump in response. Slowly, he brought his mouth closer to her, his tongue barely touching her …

Saturday Spankings…

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This week for Sat Spanks, we bring you Bree’s most recent book, just sent to the publisher. It is called Painful Addiction and well, its pretty damn good if I do say so myself. Now don’t worry. She is still working on Dare to Defy. In fact, I think its close to being finished. But when her muse speaks, she listens. And apparently her muse was telling her Painful Addiction was what she needed to get out first. So there you have it. Its about a lovely young lady who has a certain little fondness for “grass” and the men who help her get over it. One way or another. And theres some hot sex and spanking thrown in there too. Well, not just thrown in there. Artfully delivered to have your loins quivering. And when your finished reading the excerpt, please do check out the other awesome authors excerpts over on the sat spanks blog. You will thank me. I guarantee it.

 

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“Missing persons and pretty ladies.  I ran into this young thing a few minutes ago and found her drowning her sorrows in a cup of cold coffee.  She seemed to be needing some company, so I invited myself to sit with her. I hope you don’t mind,” Reed commented, glancing at the small, dark haired woman who refused to acknowledge her brother’s presence.

“What my spoiled rotten, sulking sister really needs is a good, old-fashioned spanking.  Now, if you will please excuse us, I’ve got to get her home and settled in. Let’s go, Brittany. I promised Mom that you are going to be staying with me for a while as we figure out what to do with you, And we will not be having any more attitude or I promise that you will be feeling my belt on your backend.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Brittany pouted stubbornly, ignoring his comment.  He had been threatening for years to give her a paddling for her behavior, so she was not at all concerned. She did, however, have the decency to flush at Reed’s chuckle.

“Miss Brittany, it might behoove you to listen to your brother. He sounds like he might be serious about his threat.”

“There is nothing in this world that requires me to follow his orders. In fact,” she snapped, “there is nothing that requires I follow any one’s orders.”

“I don’t really agree with you there. Maybe it’s a man thing, but if you were my sister, I would expect you to mind me without arguing,” Reed said lightly, picking up on the younger man’s annoyance.

Brittany glared at him. “Good thing I’m not your sister, then, isn’t it?” she hissed.

“My, we have a little temper, don’t we?”

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