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Book 3 of the Game Plan/Time Out  Age-Play Series is Live! This book has all of your old favorites INCLUDING a visit to Graye Manor. There Little Cassie gets a load of Daddy Dom love  (and several OTK spankings) from her new Uncle and Auntie- Whip Master Dorian and Meredith Graye.
Her Big girl is also satisfied as Rob and Bryon introduce her to the next level of passion in a menage of the highest proportions….

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Life was like a Chocolate Mousse Parfait for Cassie Johnson—especially since entering the BDSM lifestyle with the two alpha male brothers, Rob and Bryan. Her Dom and her Daddy Dom give her everything her Little heart desires—love, attention, pleasure, guidance and even discipline. They both belong to her, in and out of the bedroom, and her life finally feels stable, satisfying and secure. But then her happiness takes a turn when Daddy Bryon announces the probability that he will make his relationship with his girlfriend, Krissy, a permanent one. Throwing salt on her wounds, Cassie learns that both her Doms are interest in sharing her wonderful world with Krissy!
The Little Green Monster is let loose as the young woman faces the pain of being pushed aside and replaced. Devastated when her Little mode is carelessly ordered to ‘grow up,’ she decides to end BDSM, Age-Play and her engagement to Rob. Nothing, or no one, will change her mind.
Except for Dorian Graye, the Whip Master and the ‘king’ of the BDSM community.
Distraught by Cassie’s withdrawal, Rob and Bryon decide to take her to meet their mentor. Cassie can’t resist either Dorian’s charm or his raw ability to read into her needs, and instantly sinks into her Little place. The powerful Dom and his beautiful wife, Meredith, take her under their wing to teach her how to release her fears and open herself to play, passion, and freedom.
Self-doubt disappears in the presence of her new aunt and uncle. Cassie discovers the love of a BDSM family, all of which are equally happy to put her across the knee for a humiliating, bare bottom spanking as they are to spoil her with stuffies and ice-cream sundaes. The more she releases her Little to them, the greater the joy and freedom she receives.
She has only one concern, and that is if the magic spell of Graye Manor will disappear after they return home. There she must face the likelihood that both her Little space and her men will be shared with the other Little girl. Is her Little ready for such a Big step?


Winter is Coming


Okay, so I love Game of Thrones. Seriously, what is not to love? Action, sex, intrigue and more than a little deception, horror and gore. Usually NOT my thing.

Can you guess where this is leading? Yep-just finished book 2 of the Darkness Series! And this one, my friends, even managed to keep me on the edge of my seat. With the lights on. And doors locked- twice.

Most of you know me for my HEA endings, consensual interactions, fairly romantic and mostly gentle approach to the BDSM world and the different fetishes involved in writing erotica.  What you don’t know is that my mind can sometimes go in the direction that makes Twisty the clown (American Horror Story- Freak Show) looks like child’s play. I thought that was maybe because I live with a horror movie fanatic- but no…. alas, it is my own maniacal depravity that concocted Emma’s Corner and the post-apocalyptic torment involved within.

Aren’t you glad that I’m on your side? Muhahahahaaaaa!!!

For those of you who enjoyed Strictland Academy (may God bless your souls), this next book is beyond even the reaches that big, bad John was able to handle.  It’s called Emma’s Corner and, for that which my coauthor Carolyn Faulkner meant to disturb, I challenged myself and took it to the next level-to terrorize.

Now, here is the interesting thing about books like this.  There are many, many woman who fantasize about kidnapping, being bound and forced, humiliated…the list is endless. I don’t judge. Never have and never will- but the truth is that few books are written that emphasize the substance of these hidden and unspoken fantasies. That was my goal in this one… and believe me, they are emphasized. I hope I have your curiosity going because Emma’s Corner is with the publisher and haunting the editors, lol!

What would you guys think of us adding a discussion forum for this book? For those brave enough to read it (all the way), you might need an outlet to shake the thoughts and images I managed to conjure in your minds.

So please, sit back in your comfy chair, the window at your back.  It’s late at night- you hear the clock ticking in the hallway and wait for it to announce the hour. Odd. Has time stopped?  You find yourself holding your breath- listening for the sound of something beyond that tick tock.. tick tock.. Nothing. Wait! You hear a branch scraping against the window pan behind you.  It only takes a moment for you to realize that there are no trees or bushes planted next to that window. The scratching grows louder and you slowly turn…


Tick tock… tick tock… the droning of the ticking clock that sat on the top of the bookshelf echoed through the room.  Emma swallowed, watching as the hands moved to a straight line like a soldier standing at attention. It was six o’clock and time for Penance. Her stomach turned as the sound of her tormentor’s heavy footsteps approached. He was, if anything, unfailingly and depressingly punctual. He was also terribly predictable. As another day of misery crept upon her, Emma squeezed her eyes in anticipation of the long, upcoming hours of unrelenting mortification and anguish. She had nobody to blame but herself. She could have had a different life, but pride got in the way.

If only she had known the course of her journey six months earlier…


Captive in a world without a future, girls like Emma Thompson do whatever is necessary to survive. The laws are harsh, intolerance rampant, and the only means of survival is either conforming to an impossible system, or rebelling against it.

Emma has been given a choice- homelessness (and eventual incarceration) or move to the Appalachian forests to be a domestic worker for an acquaintance of her vindictive aunt.  She chooses the latter- after all, nothing could be worse than being on the streets and losing what little freedom you have to begin with, right?

Wrong. After Emma arrives to the isolated cabin home of Professor Jack Robbins, she discovers the truth of a living nightmare. Never knowing what horrors wait for her with each passing day, she struggles to maintain what little power she has- the power of her mind.

She becomes his plaything, subjected to any whim that crosses his thoughts. She tries to hate the feelings he stirs within her, yet is powerless to stop them. He is creative in his discipline, almost as much as his love-making, and suspends her in a world of confusion, desire, fear, and overwhelming need.

The discovery that Jack is the creator of the C-spill, the biochemical weapon responsible for ending the war, introduces Emma to a window of opportunity.  She bravely asks for him to teach her all that he knows, appealing to his arrogant pride- even knowing that to be anything other than the perfect student would result in discipline like she had never known…

It is a risk she is willing to take if it means her escape. But then, he throws a wrench into her plans and makes it impossible for her to return to a society that bends to judgment for personal appearance. She faces two choices—continue to live in the nightmare or take the chance that people are more accepting than she believed.


Sending Thanks and Love

4289_happy-thanksgivingSending Thanks and Love to Some Very Special People…My Inspirations

I’ve had a lot of peeps ask me where I get my inspirations for so many books. Especially knowing how many changes I’ve endured this last year. Moreso, they ask how I can turn so many ick-upped things into wonderful, positive HEAs. I guess it boils down to this- how do I chose to live? Do I want a life of positive energy, or negative destruction? I choose positive!

The biggest change, and the best, is that John and I are living the dream. No, we aren’t rich or famous; but we are healthy, happy and in an awesome place in our lives. We have moved from an area where we were so confined that it felt like a prison, we have eliminated everything and everyone in our lives who has caused us pain or distress, and we have grown more in love with each other than ever before.

Learning to say no to abusive relationships and negative work situations was freeing on so many levels…As a writer, it unfettered me and opened the door for me to create in a way that I have never been able to. My time, and my mind, is free from the effort of trying to pacify those who would never be pacified, and snatch MY time back to use it how I desire. I found that I am now a slave to my muse, and that suites me just fine! She is a bit demanding, but she had only one desire- to share our heart with all of you. I am being touched on a daily basic by the most wonderful fans anyone can ask for, and people who genuinely desire to make their lives ones of joy and love.

These last three years, especially, have been ones of growth and learning to reach to a new level of personal improvement. Because of people like John, Isabella, and Lily, I have achieved so much more than I could have imagined. I have discovered what true, unselfish love really is. I got to know the open and honest hearts of Bethany and Jim at Blushing, and met a ton of wonderful authors who are loving, fun, and sincere people. I have been privileged to see the difference between the genuine and the fake, the selfless and the selfish; and when I have stumbled, I have had people around me, including you- my incredible fans- to pick me up and hug me to death.

I’ve discovered the depth of caring that comes from real family and friends. My newest book, Little Lady Jane, reflects these lessons. It is dedicated to all of you. Thank you.

101 Reasons to Kill Your Dom…

Yeah, Peeps, it’s me! I want to say that life is GOOD. No drama anywhere, John is playing at lots of gigs and my girls and I are having a blast watching him, and I don’t have to deal with the politics of anything since I’m writing full time. You have no idea how wonderful that feels after so many years of BS everything.  I am truly SO happy and content with where things are going

The move is FINALLY over and I am back to work getting the words that keep rattling in my brains onto paper.  Before I go off on my rant, I want to say THANK YOU for all the patience, love and support you have given me during this transition. I also want to thank you for the tremendous success of Two Guardians for Little May!  I believe this has been the best ever and it is all due to you

We also have two MORE books (King Dom Comes and Liars and Tigers Are Bared- Oh My!) in editing right now, and a third almost ready for submission. So, yes, I’ve been a Busy Bree!

Now, with the updates and the 101 ways to kill your Dom.  Bluntly, I’ve been a royal b***h with this move. Communication has been hell for everyone.  I have one nerve left and it is packed somewhere in a box in the garage. Between him and I; him and the subs; the subs and me and my fans; well… watch the video… it tells all!

John busted his butt being a tool. Yeah, poor guy was a total pack mule. It did not take long for all this lifting, loading, unloading, etc. to get old, either. And then, with the help of some friends, he brought over the heavy stuff—sans assembly toolage.  Now, most of us put hardware back in a specific place or in a bag. Nope. Not these guys. They lost half the nuts, bolts, screws, etc. that I need to reassemble everything. Yes, you heard me. I guess, guitar players and keyboardists don’t do those things. Wanna drive me nuts? Lose my tools and the hardware. Grrrr.

On the up side, I’ve lost a ton of weight during the move itself (over 20 lbs!) not counting what I lost before- and am ready for swimsuit season. Oh wait, its October…Damn. The house is totally fab and the neighborhood awesome, quiet and immaculately clean; nice big FLAT sidewalks to take the border collies walking; shopping less than 5 minutes from here (verses the thirty minute drive to the gas station at the old place); pizza delivery; cell service and internet NON-SATELLITE…OMG, the list goes on and on.  No more living off the grid. But, that also brought up some issues about change and adjustment.

So, why would I want to hang the love of my life out the window in a fishnet, dangle him over a yard full of screaming children while playing a CD of Neil Diamond singing to Kenny G sax, and spray sugar water in his face to attract bees? Lemme tell you….

  1. Dom’s don’t like being bossed around. Shocker, right? We have CARPET here so, of course, I want to keep it clean. What part of ‘take your dirty shoes off before you come in the house’ is hard to hear, right?
  2. Speaking of hearing, there is an upstairs and the insulation is amazing. Also convenient when I need him to get off the computer and do some unpacking. I got him a walkie talkie—he won’t use it. I’m starting to hate the stairs for many reasons…
  3. Stairs are for walking to and from the second floor, NOT to pin me down and spank me because he feels like it. Nope….Hard pass
  4. Stairs are also a major nuisance when you have boxes of books and oversized furniture to take up. Oh wait, that’s why I have a Tool…uh, John. How can we tell him, though, that there is no whining in schlepping!
  5. Watching TV in the new living room is NOT considered a date. I don’t care if a pizza is ordered (already getting tired of it); and no, the neighbors cannot hear him spank me down there either. Seriously, dude…
  6. I put a sign on the community bathroom- turn off the light and keep the door open when not in use. I swear, I’m going to disconnect the light and take the handle off the door. AT least he closes the toilet seat- most of the time.
  7. We have a dishwasher now (yay!) Guess where the used dishes are still going? I bought paper plates because I started plotting murder and the knife drawer is waaaaay to close..
  8. My housewarming gift… a tool set. Yep. Okay, I do like my tools and being able to fix things, but come on…although, he DID bring me home an oreo cookie milkshake (that didn’t melt before he got here). Yay being on grid again!

Told you I was being a b***h!

Seriously, he’s a great guy and he has really pushed his ancient body to get this move done for us. As much as I’ve wanted to kill the poor thing, I also want to hug him (after a shower).  My besties (Lily and Isa) are coming to visit in three weeks to warm the house (and their bottoms).  We intend to not only drive him crazy, but also spoil him rotten.  Any ideas? Other than feeding him to the killer Chihuahua-pit bull mix puppy next door…



Far From the Long Arm of the Dom!





Hi, Y’all!

Ahhh, peace at last. I’ll be home in another five days, so I intend to enjoy this time– WRITING!

Got a bunch of things to share with you! The Blushing Author Workshop was incredible! Not only did we learn a whole lot of new, nifty things, but the people who attended were AMAZING!  I will honestly say that I walked away with a boat-load of new friends, fresh ideas, and a greater love of the people I work for, and with! As before, Bethany’s love and generosity blew me away.  This is truly my family- and a home away from home. Get the tissues out because when I leave this time, Sob City!

And no, I did not get into any more trouble than I usually am in. Jim Burke has a forest filled with birch trees… and permission from John.  This girl ain’t no dummy!

I particularly want to publically thank three very special people in my life whose love and care have allowed me to focus on my work:

First, of course, is my wonderful husband.  John writes more blog posts that I ever could; he spends hours each day answering emails from people and mentoring, and provides so much emotional and physical support to me that I can’t even begin to describe. Not having him here to bring me my morning coffee is truly missed!  I am so proud of him- he just finished his first book, too.  So John, thank you, my love.  For being you. I miss you soooo badly!

These next two ladies are my best friends and my greatest allies: Isabella and Lily. They are my bookends- keeping me from falling over when the earthquakes of life rattle my world.  When you hear me say “I have people for that”, well, these gals are my people. Lily runs my life- no joking. Without her expertise in social media and organization skillz, I would be lost.  She also provides comic relief when I start going cray cray, and brings me back to reality.  Isa, my princess, is my rudder. She know the perfect thing to say to keep me grounded in the present world.  She, too, makes me laugh when I need to, and has been ‘my precious’.  What blesses me even more is the relationship those two share with each other- with NO drama!  I am sure each of you can relate about how exhausting that is, and I never get it from either of them!  I am one lucky woman to have them in my life and can’t express enough my love for them.

My AMP girls are amazing! We are coming close to ending the first program and they have been working so hard to grow in their art! I am so proud of them. They will tell you that what we do, as writers, is tough. I have pulled them through the ringer to give them a head’s up about this world, and hopefully prepared them for when they are ready to take the step and give it a go.  There is only one thing I cannot prepare them for- that is the, um, unstable people that we sometimes encounter in this genre.

I do my best to answer every legitimate email personally that comes my way (given that I am provided with a legit return email address). Recently, John and I have been pursued by an individual who is on a seek and destroy mission.  She contacted us initially with the intent to meet up as a swinger (we do not do that) and we politely refused her invitation but offered assistance in  helping her find couples who were interested in that type of lifestyle. Although every one of her emails have been answered (except for the one making a twitter like statement), and a response to her comment about us not returning her email was posted on the blog, she has now upped her crazy with threats and nasty comments about us and our readers.  Hence, we have had to enforce moderation of this blog. I am so sorry- but all of you know that all it takes is one unstable person to sour things for others.  You, my readers, deserve the best that I can give you and I am doing my best to deliver that, in both my books and in my personal interaction with each of you.

I want to thank you all for your love and support, and am so very grateful that I have been blessed with an audience of intelligent, loving, and down to earth fans who love my fantasies (and realities) as much as I do.  To each of you- I am sending a Bree-Hug.  God Bless You!

With all My Love,




Hayse Happenings



Hey y’all! I thought it would be fun to update everyone of some cool things happening in our part of the world.

First, Nik has moved out permanently and started her own life! She is now back east with another Dom and his wife,who have a nest-full of subs to attend her parties with. We wish her and her new family the best of luck, and pray for her continued happiness and safety in her new ventures. The chick has finally flown the coop we can run around the house naked again. Let’s hear it for running around neked! YAY!

Second, Sir John has been given the opportunity to start mentoring new Doms! Yep, husbands are starting to step forward and explore the lifestyle with their wives and SJ is doing the incredible job (as always) of guiding and directing. His book is also coming along (slow and steady). Since most of you have seen that he is not too fond of capitalization and punctuation, we are all fighting over who gets the pleasure and joy of editing his work. Any volunteers?

Third, The AMP program is so much fun and the ladies involved are brilliant authors to be. We are really excited to see where this is going to go! I am enjoying the creative ways they try to get out of homework.

Fourth—our new subbies! We are blessed to be part of these wonderful women’s lives and welcome them with open arms (and hard paddles). Each of them is a treasure and are so adorable with lots of new ways to weasel (even some that I haven’t heard of). We are encouraging them to share their experiences with all of you.

Luvs to all!

P.S.  If you have any questions or need help and can’t get hold of me, please contact my Editor and Chief (and main nagger of blog things) to Lily (DaddysLittleLobster@gmail.com).  She will know exactly how to hunt me down and kick my butt, lol!


Putting Lipstick on a Pig

Recently, a bunch of us authors were chatting about reviews, especially the bad ones.  You all know my disposition on them (especially the one that stated, with authority, that English was my second language and that I write like a high school student).  After falling off the chair laughing (and still waiting for the return email as to where the reviewer got that information), I sobered up and sadly realized that she was probably a very lonely, miserable, and bitter person living in a pile of her own muck.  Books, hence, were likely her only escape from her reality and mine, subsequently, took her somewhere she did NOT want to go.

I (Bree) have learned that, as an author, I can choose to look at things (i.e. negative reviews and nasty emails) as indicators that I got under someone’s skin. As a ‘bruise pusher’ (in my more sadistic mode, lol) that doesn’t particularly bother me anymore.  I see it as an opportunity that perhaps in the attempt to extract my annoying words from their minds, they might eventually come to terms with the reason those words bothered them. I wrote Naked and Defiant to share what happens when someone gets under another person’s skin enough to force them to look at their life and make positive choices. Often, positive choices are uncomfortable, and the changes, painful. Trust me, Jade (the heroine) did not like, or appreciate, being forced to see the truth about herself.  But then, who does?

Change can only happen when we see our flaws, accept them, and do something about it.  Unfortunately, too many people are more comfortable in blaming others because it is easier than changing themselves. Even worse, too many people turn a blind eye to things they know are wrong for fear of being rejected by others. I both love, and hate, this quote:

“If you are afraid of being lonely, don’t try to be right.”
― Jules Renard

We have a lot of frightened, lonely people in this world.  An awful lot…I am hoping this book will help people see that it is okay to be flawed and to ask for help.  With positive change comes peace…and with peace, comes joy.  We all want HEA, right? But we can only be responsible for our own change, not others.  We can bring it to their attention and hope that they hear, but it ultimately up to them.

I must quote Jim Burke (Blushing): You can’t put lipstick on a pig. That means that no matter how much you try to cover the thing, it is still, and always will be, a pig.  We can’t change the essence of what a person is inside by trying to justify their behaviors; especially if the reason we are doing so is to make ourselves more comfortable or to earn acceptance and approval. I mean-Why would any of us seek acceptance and approval from someone who only cares about themselves and their wants and desires? I have been at fault for doing that even in my writing career.  There are people out there who we throw away our precious time, energy, and talents while trying to gain their attention, acceptance, praise, and approval.  We do this for people who are neither capable of, nor worthy, to give it. And, for some stupid reason, we still pursue the relationship hoping something we say or do is going to give us what we need.  Do I hear an Amen Sista? We will do almost anything, except leave the relationship. Why?

We are afraid of being lonely. So much so that we stay in unsafe, unhealthy, and unnecessary relationships. Unsafe people come in many shapes, sizes and mentalities. They could be predators, cyberbullies, gossips and newsmongers, bosses (anything to make a buck), jealous coworkers, indiscreet family members, or what one of my girls called ‘ostriches’.  Those are the worst, in my opinion.  Hiding your head in the sand will not make anything go away. Plus, it leaves your butt in full view to get kicked! What’s even worse than justifying the behavior, is trying to force them to change.

Mark Twain said, ‘never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you up with experience.’

This is a necessary lesson, I am afraid to say, for many of us. John pointed out to me how much time and energy I waste by trying to put lipstick on pigs. It is a useless endeavor that has cost me peace of mind and several nights sleep and, thus, an activity that I need to stop. Isn’t it glorious that we never stop screwing up and learning something about ourselves?! Yeah, I’m grumbling too….

Bottom line is that we must do what we can, as we feel is right, and not allow anyone to sway us from where we must go. Right and wrong are often a matter of perception.  Perception is based on personal experience, ethics and values.  Ultimately, we have to ask…Who or what is more important and why? Your answer will expose the true nature of your heart.

Think about these quotes…

“Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.”
― Leo Tolstoy, A Confession

“In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing. The worst thing you can do is nothing.”
― Theodore Roosevelt

“So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon

“…Next time you’re faced with a choice, do the right thing. It hurts everyone less in the long run.”
― Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped

“Right is right even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong even if everyone is doing it.”
― Augustine of Hippo

“The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.”
― Abraham Lincoln



John and Bree

I Didn’t Do It, Granny Annie!


I still get a tickle out of that statement. It was made by this adorable little four-year old who was with her grandma visiting Bethany. She was trying to lug this box with a baby duck to her grandma, and the single duck in it escaped. Amazing how early we learn to avoid trouble, huh? LOL!


Today, I am flying back from Virginia where Nikki and I were visiting my publisher and having the time of our lives. OMG… where does one begin? Probably with the question on everyone’s mind- How much trouble did I get into? None. Well, none that I got busted for. Put it this way… I am going back in August and attending the writer’s workshop just because I am in love with these incredible people.

As you all know, I made the move to full-time writing and went on a flying pumpkin carriage to visit my Fairy Godmother, AKA Bethany, and her incredible staff. There was not a moment that passed that I was not in awe of these folks… beyond the business end of Blushing. True to the edicts of southern hospitality, they showed me genuine love and embraced me like I was the green-haired, tattooed, pierced, and long-lost prodigal daughter who had come home. And I did come home. I have never been around a group of people who truly loved and respected one other like the people in Blushing do, nor have I been in a working environment free from drama and silly nonsense. The whole experience was more than refreshing. It was life-changing.
To say a person can fall in love with someone from the get-go is a rare occurrence, let alone to fall in love with a group of people. I am still breaking out in tears from missing them. Bethany and her family took me into their hearts and their home, and split my heart wider than I ever could have imagined. It went beyond making me feel loved and wanted, but how RIGHT it felt to be treated like family. Peeps, I am talking real family. Even professionally, not one moment passed that I did not feel like I didn’t ‘fit’ or that I was just another number in an endless list of names. Don’t be surprised! Even as successful as you have made my books, as a ‘real dealer’, it is difficult for me to find my place among the majority of people who only live the lifestyle through their fantasy. It’s tough, and I did not realize how lonely I have been until I came here and was surrounded by genuine love and acceptance, both personally and professionally.

water1(It was absolutely beautiful and green there. Something I do not see often in Southern California)

I was privileged to see the inner workings of a truly professional and devoted company, and how they bend over backwards to make their authors feel that they have value and worth. Peeps, you have no idea how much they do to prevent us from ever feeling disposable or disappearing in the crowd, and the respect they give us was amazing. You are finding me at a loss for words…. I guess all I can say is the warmth of Bethany, her family and Blushing Books is forever pulsing in my heart. Many of you have approached me about writing and I can assure you that these people are devoted to US, the authors, and will do whatever it takes to help us succeed in our own personal goals. I am also starting an author mentoring program, so any of you who want to give writing a try, please contact me and I will work with you, and teach you whatever I can. It is my turn to Pay it forward…

Then, to add sprinkles to my ice cream, I met Bella Bryce. It was one of those Hallmark Moments… you know, the kind when you walk into a room and the light from the heavens shine down upon someone and you KNOW that person is someone who is supposed to be in your life. It was soooo nice not to have to be anything other than who I am with this lady. Of course, Nikki didn’t help matters…. She has a new little sister to pick on and began to teach Bella her tricks on how to get one over on me. They both enjoyed watching me go into the Mama mode (Domme without the leathers) and seeing what they could do to get me to growl. Honestly, it was so cute and sweet, with no drama or pretense (I don’t do drama, as you know). Plus, it was fun being able to sit with a brilliant author and share ideas! Yup, we are writing a book together now and it is going to be so much fun! Bella even had a sleepover, and we giggled like little girls into the wee hours of the morning. Oh, and she made Cheese on Toast and tea…. Omg, foodgasm. Talk about tugging on a mama’s heart—she climbed into bed to get morning hugs and I almost lost it. The tears began again with the love I have for this lady. She is one amazing woman, an incredible writer, and has a heart of gold. It is a rare occurrence when you met someone so much like yourself. I can’t wait to come back home in August and I hope to meet others like her.

I love my life. There is soooo much more to share, but I have to go catch a plane and go home to California, and my honey, today. I am sending all of you kisses and hugs and thanking you, my fans and my friends, for being such loving, supportive and wonderful people who make me smile on a daily basis. It is because you that I was blessed this week, and because of you that I will continue to write and hopefully bring you smiles in return.

SIDE NOTE! Stuck in Atlanta for the night thanks to the incredible stupidity of Delta and their inability to think. Our plane was late due to human error, missed our connection, and now I am stuck ALL ALONE in the Crowne Plaza drinking a double Sloe Gin Fizz, taking a hot bath, and eating room service. Too bad I don’t know anyone here—missed a perfect opportunity for a Party! Bummers…..

New Beginnings


In celebration of my ‘new life’, my tattoo dude Jason drew up the most amazing piece of art that I have ever seen. I wanted a water dragon (a symbol of my muse) wrapped around an old fashioned pen to show the conduit between the imagination and bringing it out onto paper. He blew me away. Not only did he design something that brought me to tears, but when viewed at the angle from writing, the pen appears to be directed/pushed and bent by the dragon! it comes alive as I write!

It has begun… The editing for Naked and Defiant is almost done, too! I just turned in the final General Daughter’s book to the Woodshed (bittersweet because that series is so special to me), and we are getting ready to published the first of the Darkness series with me and Carolyn Faulkner.  I have three more books in the writing process, one is almost done and will be given to my publisher in hopefully two weeks.

Thanks to all of you for your love, support and encouragement. And thank you for the emails about the books and how they touch your lives. To me, that is better than any Top Amazon Rating ever!

Bless you!!!

Luvs, Bree

Be careful When You Speak Dragon…


This is what happens when an erotic writer uses Dragon Speak Voice Recognition software ….

OMG, I am soooo embarrassed! So, I went ahead and purchased Dragon speak- you know, to make my life easier. Well, I did not expect to see what happened…
I was sitting in my bedroom, laptop in front of me, and doing my best to write out the scene using this software. I guess I got very involved because I was not aware of how loud I was getting. Believe it or not, I am not into “talking dirty” so this was a unique experience for me. That is, until John walked with his mouth hanging open…
It was like Harry meets Sally-the restaurant scene
Times ten…
I didn’t know whether I should start laughing along with him or hiding under the blankets. Because I have a headset on, I did not realize how, uh, verbal, I was. Or how detailed descriptions sounded to an outside ear. I am grateful that I did have my windows closed, and that the neighbors didn’t hear this. Although maybe, they would’ve learned something…
The moral of this story is-for those of you who do write- don’t use voice recognition software if either
1) There is somebody in the house to hear you,
2) You don’t want that somebody in the house to hear you, or
3) You don’t want a specific person in the house to disrupt your creative process because you gave him ideas.
Not that that is a bad thing, it just tends to interfere with getting a book done. Just sayin….


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