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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….

The #1 Best Selling Age-Play Author who launched the world-wide contemporary Age-Play Phenomenon with The Game Plan and Time Out, brings you
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…



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