Eight Little Letters…. Now Available

Eight Little Letters…P.S. I Love You

So happy to announce this is now available for purchase. Such a wonderful, heart lifting story just in time for the holidays.

eightlittle letters

When her Navy Seal husband is declared MIA, Faith finds herself holding the eight little letters he had written before he disappeared. Each letter holds the key to a cherished memory of his love (and the feel of his strict hand against her bottom). Hope grows within her as she is reminded to trust in the season of miracles, and she embraces his written promise of a Happy Ever After holiday season.

Available at:

Blushing Books


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Mojo Monday with Constance Masters



This week for Mojo Monday, I would like to offer a huge hello to Constance Masters. Constance is the author of the incredible DD book called My House, My Rules. I loved this story and I know you will to. I am so glad to have you here today. Welcome!


Bree: How long have you been writing?

Constance: I’ve been writing for a while but my first novella was published last May. I started writing fanfiction. I still do but not as often, time is not always my friend.


Bree:How did you get into writing this genre?

Constance: I LOVE this genre. I’ve always loved reading romance novels. All kinds but I always felt like something was missing. When I realised that I could read the stories that I love with the spankings I’d always imagined slotted into all the right places I was in heaven. I felt like I’d found my place.


Bree: Who or what inspires you to write?

Constance: Everyone and everything inspires me to write. I love to add a little humour into my writing and that’s how I see the world. Of course I have my down and sad times like everyone else. You have to see the funny side though or you’d go crazy right?


Bree: What is your biggest fantasy”

Constance: Gee I think that might be to wake up young again where I could really put my fantasies into practice back when my house wasn’t full of people big and small who don’t have a healthy respect for privacy.


Bree: Have you or would you write about it?

Constance: Now there’s a thought…maybe I could hit my head and wake up young again…


Bree: Tell me about your favorite book (that you wrote).

Constance: So far I think that would be My House, My Rules. It’s the story of a widow who has a spanking romance writer move in next door. She’s a hot mess and has never really recovered from her husband’s death or settled in to her new found responsibilities as a single parent.


Bree:What are you working on right now?

Constance: A couple of new books. One is about a couple of friends who separate after an argument. The guy goes off to school and the girl stays in the home town and dates one loser after another. They inadvertently meet up in Vegas which is where the story begins.

The other is a story about two women that swap lives and families for two weeks. Each of them learn a few things about the way the other woman lives.


Bree: Do you write under a pen name?

Constance: Yes.


Bree: What advice would you give to anyone that wants to write in the genre?

Constance: Write what you like to read because when you force something it never feels right. If you always wanted to try and write a book give it a go. Don’t go through life with wondering. It’s a lot of fun and you’ll make many great friends that will always be willing to help you.


Bree: Do you live the lifestyle? (DD or D/s)

Constance: I guess we do but I’m not really keen on labels for us. I think my husband has always been the head of the household long before we were into spanking. Maybe if there were computers when we first got married (Geez that makes me sound so old) we may have introduced that into our marriage then but we’ve been married a long time and we’re happy so why fix what isn’t broken?


Bree: when you are not writing, what are you doing? Hobbies? Etc.

Constance: I like reading, playing guitar and piano. I don’t have a lot of time though these days so I usually do something with my youngest son. The three of us go to the movies,watch television, play cards…simple things. Then of course there’s the grandchildren…

If you would like to purchase Constance Masters book My House, My Rules, or any of her other books, you can follow these links. Give it a try, its a great read. And please go say hello to Constance on her blog, just click here.


Blushing Books

Barnes & Noble



Mojo Monday! Embracing your Kink with Renee Rose


This week I am so pleased to welcome Renee Rose to Mojo Monday! She is such a wonderful author. So talented and funny. We just love her. So thanks Renee for joining us here today. If you want to read more from Renee, take a trip over to her blog. Always something fun and hot going on over there. Welcome Renee!

Embracing your Kink


Thank you to Bree for inviting me to Mojo Monday!  It’s an honor to hang out with the Grand Dame of spanking. For those of you who don’t know me, I came out of the closet as a spanko less than a year ago, after I published my first spanking romance.


Remember the Langston Hughes poem about a dream deferred?  I have a theory about a kink deferred.  I think a kink turned inward on itself–an unexpressed kink, or unaccepted kink—festers just like that dream. I let mine fester for far too long before I asked for what I wanted (a spanking. Or two.  Or 500!) Only then did I finally start to understand that I wasn’t “weird,” that submission could be empowering, and that expressing myself sexually was something I should not have neglected.


I think that the occasional “creepy” blog comment that comes in in spankoville is from someone who is living in shame of their kink.  It causes a strange vibe.  Who knows, maybe sex crimes wouldn’t exist if people would just ASK for what they wanted and feel okay about asking. Rape fantasies can be acted out with willing partners, spankings can be had with safe words.  Age play can heal childhood traumas for both participants.


But I’m not saying that fetish/kink comes from a place of loss or trauma.  I’m not a spanko because I got spanked too much as a kid or not enough, or because my daddy didn’t love me as much as I wanted him to.  I just came into this world with a lust for the spank.  I love the thrill of the power exchange, the vulnerability of trusting my man to be in charge and take me to a place of pain.  It’s not something that requires curing though unconditional love.  It’s something that requires spanking for orgasmic fantasy fulfillment!


I blur the lines between discipline and sex a lot in my books.  By the end, one or both of the characters will admit to liking spanking– and the intimacy forged between the characters through spanking will ultimately be what brings them together as a couple.  In my latest western spanking romance, The Devil of Whiskey Row, the prostitutes at Daddy Diggs’ brothel joke that spanking is Daddy Diggs’ substitute for sex.  He’s not in denial about the satisfaction he gets from disciplining his “girls”.


Here’s a very short excerpt:


He could hear her ragged breathing, but she hadn’t uttered any cries or whimpers, nor had she pleaded for him to stop. He rubbed her bottom lightly. It was perfectly shaped, like two round orbs—the firm muscle offering a satisfying, springy target. He didn’t know how Smoochy had disciplined Cora, but he imagined it was far more brutal than spanking.

Jake loved to spank. He loved the act of spanking and he loved that his girls submitted willingly to his discipline—even seemed to crave it as attention from him. Spanking was not overly painful, but it was humbling for the recipient. For the disciplinarian, it was an act of dominance, a declaration of power.

Since he hadn’t achieved her submission, he worked the dominance angle with Cora, spreading her cheeks and pressing his middle finger to the entrance of her anus. She stiffened like a board, squeezing her cheeks together tightly and lifting her torso horizontal to the floor. He applied several hard slaps to the back of her thighs, this time eliciting a tiny squeak.

“Cora,” he said gently, “you agreed to my rules, you agreed to my discipline.”

She shook her head rapidly. “No!” she gasped.



The Devil of Whiskey Row


Forced by miserable circumstance to work in a gold rush brothel, Cora Underhill hates what her life has become. When a fire sweeps through her workplace, she welcomes death as an end to it all. But then Jake Diggory crashes through her window for an unwelcome rescue, offering her shelter and a paid position at his establishment. She accepts, in spite of Jake’s fearsome reputation as ‘The Devil Diggory’, and soon sees another side to Jake–the firm but caring side of him which led his girls to name him ‘Daddy Diggs’.

Life at Daddy Diggs’ is an entirely new experience for Cora. Jake has strict rules which he backs up with over the knee discipline, but he will not tolerate any mistreatment of his girls and he can go from playing beautiful music on a piano to defending them with his bare fists. The strangest thing of all, however, is the fact that every girl at Daddy Diggs’ swears that Jake has never slept with her, or with any other woman for that matter, since his fiancée’s death back in Ireland fifteen years ago.

Cora attempts to emulate the other prostitutes at Daddy Diggs’, who enjoy making money, holding power over men and even the act of sex, but she still finds no pleasure in the company of men–until the day she inadvertently arouses the passion of The Devil Diggory.  His fierce lovemaking thaws some frozen part of her, but it seems Jake is only attracted to her because she resembles his dead fiancée. Confused by his new feelings for Cora and guilt over his broken vow of celibacy, Jake pushes Cora away. Can he come to terms with his past and claim Cora for his own, or will his grief keep them apart forever?


Buy links:


Amazon UK

Barnes and Noble


Renee Rose, erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romanceBetrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism.  She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be. Visit her blog at http://www.reneeroseromance.com and join the conversation!


She can also be found on: Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads 


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