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.

Papa #WIPitUp Wednesday


We’re so happy to be apart of the WIP It Up Blog Hop again this week. Over at the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog, myself and the other authors get to share with you bits and pieces of their works in progress. Small but yummy glimpses into the future of your kindle and and all right on time before the cooking commences! We can’t wait to see what everyone has been writing as I know I’ve been busy writing, writing and writing.

Little Lady Jane

Little Lady Jane is a unique tale of love, pain, discipline, and trust that extends across the globe. From the hard, gray lines of Victorian England to the colorful magic and mystery of India, this story unfolds with the opening of the ancient Indian book of sex – the Kama Sutra

Jane Foster, the ward and fiancee of Marquis Philip de Courtier, never knew how the forbidden book stolen from Philip’s library would change both of their lives. For hours, she would sit on the garden swing and secretly study the pictures illustrating the ancient text. She longed to be like the beautiful, sensual women who twisted their bodies into works of art; anything other than Philip’s Little girl who needed guidance, rules, and discipline demanded by high society.

It was easy for Jane to call him ‘Papa’. She had teasingly done so for years; but as an adult, she discovered that the term came with a price- bare bottom spankings for breaking his rules. And Jane made certain to break plenty! Her rebellion grew every time he left her alone in the cold, dark manor. Rebellion that turned to resentment.

But, neither knew that the words in the Kama Sutra had taken root in their hearts- Philip through the teachings of his friend, the Raja; and Jane, through the stolen moments with her book. When he returned from latest trip to India, Jane found the confidence to express her needs. The cries of her heart were heard and, on that fateful night, Philip’s Little Janie was (temporarily) transformed into his Lady Jane.

But Jane had a secret. One she was afraid would repel Philip and make him change his mind about making her his wife. She found new friends within the Palace walls of the Raja and his family, and they helped her accept her secret with pride. She learned quickly that as much as Little Janie was loved by ‘Papa’, Lady Jane was the center of his heart and the desire of his body. She also discovered that as painful as his loving discipline was, the sexual satisfaction was even greater. Like the positions on the Kama Sutra, nothing was left for the imagination.


“Philip, I am eighteen years old, remember? I am not a child.”

Philip placed both hands on either side of her face. “To part of me, you will always be a child. I dearly loved that time in our lives. I have missed what we shared back then.”

“I do too,” Jane lowered her eyes.

Philip pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I want to try something. For us. Do you trust me?”

“Foolishly, I do.”

“Thank you. I will be bold because I know no other way of saying this. I wish you to continue to call me ‘Papa’ when we are in private. Would that be difficult for you?”

“No. I have been calling you ‘Papa’ since I was twelve,” Jane shrugged.

“Good. I also do not want to see any more of this unless a social situation demands it.” He gestured to her gown. “I would like you to dress so that you can run and ride horses as you did years ago. I don’t just want to teach you,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulders and gently rubbing her jawline with his thumbs. “I want to nurture your innocence and perhaps give you back some time that my fear and pride stole from your life. I want to return some of your childhood to you, if I can. I also want to rediscover the man apart from the marquis.”


Stay tuned for more!

Little Lady Jane #WIPitUp Wednesday


We’re so happy to be apart of the WIP It Up Blog Hop again this week. Over at the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog, myself and the other authors get to share with you bits and pieces of their works in progress. Small but yummy glimpses into the future of your kindle! We can’t wait to see what everyone has been writing as I know I’ve been busy writing, writing and writing. I’m so excited to give you the first peak at Little Lady Jane. She is on it’s way to the editor soon so we don’t have an official blurb to share but I can tell you it is set in the Victorian era, expresses some exotic tastes, it has elements of ageplay, of course spankings and was a load of fun to research and write!

Little Lady Jane

Jane rushed down the street with her cloak clutched tightly around her shivering body, pausing only to peak around a corner to ensure that one of Philip’s hounds were not sniffing at her heels. She shuddered, knowing that he would be livid if he discovered the defiance of his ward- and future wife. To say she would receive the spanking of her life would be an understatement of what he would do should he find out that she was sneaking off to the forbidden hot mineral baths of Epsom. It was bad enough that he treated her as though she were a willful youth and forced her address him as Papa now, but to keep her hidden from other eyes was despicable!

She had left the old, white swing swaying in the rain as she slipped passed it this evening. The swing that still, even after all these years, had brought peace to her heart. He had built it for her, many years ago when she was just a little girl. How things had changed since those times! Back then, she felt cherished and wanted, and on the days that he would stick sprigs of jasmine in her long, red hair, she would even feel pretty. Not so much, now- not in any accord.

Sadly, it was the bathhouse that she turned to for comfort these days. It was a place that her unusual beauty and blossoming womanhood was admired and openly accepted. She desperately wished it had been Philip who took positive notice of the changes in her appearance. Instead, he scowled at them and continued to treat her as a child to be pacified with little gifts and sweets. And, like a child, he expected her to be mindfully obedient and respectful of both his rules, and his title of Marquis.

She trusted that if Philip discovered her secret rendezvous, he would be furious. In her heart, Jane knew that his protests were based on something more than conservative animosity against the intimacy of the bathhouse. The blunt comment that he trusted no man to look upon her without being concerned for her virtue and her safety, and the rule forbidding her to leave the manor without his permission, spoke volumes. It was apparent that he was jealous. But why?

Jane simmered as she considered Philip’s behavior towards her. He was a man of the world- handsome, wealthy and exceedingly intolerable. The Marquis de Courtier ‘dabbled’ in exotic trade and traveled to discover new and unique art, spices, and ‘personal’ skills to introduce into the British high society. He had never shown romantic interest in her- not even when she changed from a clumsy and spindly legged little girl to a shapely, full breasted young woman of exceptional, and unique, beauty.

When he was home, he had her dress in childish frocks, kept her hair in pigtails, and had her address him as ‘papa’; however, her budding maturity could not be diminished. It was not as though she hated being his little girl; in fact, that was when she enjoyed the time spent with him the most. Those moments were carefree and filled with laughter and genuine affection. No, she hated that he refused to recognize and acknowledge her as a grown woman who needed as much, if not more, attention than the rambunctious child of the past.

How did her life come to this moment? She pondered as she ran through the icy rain towards the forbidden destination. Philip had departed on his most recent trip to India six weeks ago and Jane, angry and hurt by the events that led to up to his leaving, snatched the opportunity to defy every instruction left to her. She refused to eat her vegetables, stayed up well past the bedtime designated for her, snuck into the woods for hours at a time to read books ransacked from Philip’s personal library. She had even stolen a book that she found hidden behind a shelf, one filled with racy pictures and written in Sanskrit. No doubt existed that the staff would tattle on her but, in the meantime, she was free! Free of rules, free of consequences, and free of him!


Stay tuned for more!



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