Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Is this what's missing?

Hi Everyone, I'm finally back with something to share here on #Wipitup. I know it's been a while but I've been working hard on this new story tentatively titled Cobalt Canyon.
This scene comes into play just after Crystal breaks up with her boyfriend of 2 years. Why are they breaking up? Because he's getting ready to propose and Crystal can't commit. Why can't she commit? Because there's just something missing between her and Kevin. 
The scene below is what she would have liked to have happened between her and Kevin. 

“Is this what’s missing, Crystal?” he’d say, his voice deep, dark, intimidating, yet sexy as hell.
He wouldn’t give her a chance to answer. His lips covered her mouth like a hungry wolf, like a savage, pressing hard, nipping at her tongue, biting her lower lip and breathing hard as his large hands moved to her supple bare breasts—like hers were doing now. Whimpering softly, she squeezed them harder than she normally would, dragging the tips of her nails over the tight buds.
 Rolling a nipple between her fingers, she pulled on it, stretching the skin to the point it hurt somewhat and then pinched it hard, calling out her displeasure. Kevin ran his hand down her trembling belly—as hers was doing now—wasting no time as he plunged into the front of her lacy thong, possessively cupping the smooth lips of her pussy.
“You’re soaked.” She heard him rasp, his teeth nipping the bottom of her earlobe while his fingers delved into her wetness. “Why are you so fucking wet?” he growled, forcing two fingers deep into her aching cunt.
“I… I don’t—” she panted before he cut her off, nipping the tender flesh of her neck close to her collarbone, procuring a sudden gasp from her.
“Yes, you do.” His words were dark, his eyes smoldering with lust. “On the bed, now.” He guided her a few steps back, one hand on her shoulder, the other still between her thighs, his fingers nestled deep even as she sat on the edge of the bed before lying back. “These are coming off.” There was a sexy growl in his tone as her thong slid over the slender curve of her hips and down her legs.
Whisking away the wet panties, he helped position her feet on the edge of the bed so her knees were bent and then spread her open, gazing down at her glistening pussy. “You’re going to fuck yourself for me.” His words came as an order.
Reaching under her pillow, she soon she felt the soft velvet of  bag that housed her favorite glass dildo in her hand.
“You’re going to fuck yourself hard, Crystal.” 
The thick glass phallus felt heavy in her hand as she touched the cold tip to one of her nipples.
“Did I tell you to touch your nipples with it?” His words were harsh, more of a bark, requiring no real answer. Taking firm hold of her wrist, he leaned over her, a flash of anger in his eyes. “Do as you were told.” The rumble in those words echoed in her ears as he pushed her wrist down between her thighs, making her gasp as the cool glass head touched her clit. She wanted to rub her swollen bud with the toy, but Kevin had other plans as he guided the thick head to her silky wet entrance. “Get busy.” He gave her a wicked smile, giving the dildo a nudge, the smooth, firm head stretching her open.
The intense gleam in his eyes drove her crazy as she worked the heavy toy deeper and deeper, groaning as she yielded to its girth.
“Now take it out and suck it.” His voice dripped with an authoritative edge unlike she’d ever heard from him. He stood back, watching as she pulled it out, spreading her thighs for a better view. Never before had she desired to suck her own juices, and yet for some reason her fantasy vision of Kevin was telling her too, and damned if she didn’t obey like an obedient little slut.
She wasn’t sure what to think of the taste as she licked, and sucked. It wasn’t bad, but she wasn’t sure she’d call it good either. It didn’t matter though, because Kevin told her to do it, and the reaction it was having on him made it worth it. He still had one hand on her knee, but the other now supported the bulk of his engorged cock as he stroked it firmly from root to tip, giving the head a firm squeeze, pre-come oozing from the tiny hole.
“Put it back in your cunt,” he ordered, his voice husky with desire.
Both hands eagerly raced to her throbbing mound, holding her lips apart with one hand, she buried the phallus as deep as she could, voicing her pleasure as she clenched the unyielding glass.


Thanks for visiting today folks. I hope you all have a wonderful Hump-day visiting some of the other hot authors on this hop. 


Thursday, February 19, 2015

"You don't have the Balls!" Sweet Surrender with Maddie Taylor.

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Hi Folks! I'm here today with a really hot author who's been heating up the charts over on Amazon since the day I met her. Her new book, Sweet Surrender is really a must have for anyone who enjoys a good erotic romance with lots of snarky humor and wit weaved in. This story has as much action in the bedroom -which of course is ubber HOT-  as it has outside of it. 

Please welcome Maddie Taylor as we chat a bit about her newest chart-buster. You're going to love the expert she brought with her.

Melody: What is your favorite published work of yours so far and why? 

Maddie: Oh, jeez!  That’s hard. I fall in love with all of my characters and stories. I’d have to say that I’m rather partial to my western series, the Silverbend Series, Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. The three Joe Manganiello lookalike brothers might have something to do with it.  One of the things I liked was the time travel twist, Marshal’s Law, book 1 combined contemporary with old west, which I love.  I also like a good historical.  It was fun to research, fun to write and great fun to carry on with in book 2, Jackson’s Justice.   

Melody: My favorite scene in Sweet Surrender is when Jess takes off in Marc’s big Ford truck. What is yours?

Maddie: I do like that scene.  Jessie is hysterical, as in funny, letting fly one zinger after another at what she thinks is a pig headed, unsympathetic fiancé.  How about a little snippet of Melody’s favorite part…

Her foot was on the first tread when the loud banging on the front door began. She stopped without turning back, knowing exactly who it was. Dammit! How had he gotten here so quickly? Well, she wasn’t going to make it easy on good ol’ Dr. Don Juan, the womanizer.

“Who’s there?” she called, all sweetness and light.

“You know who it is, Jess. Open the door.” As orders go, it was stern and commanding; however, at this point, she was beyond caring. She was tired of being his family’s punching bag.

Much louder knocking, more like pounding came next, more insistent this time. “You took my house keys. Open up.”

“No.”

There was a long pause, then, “Did you just tell me no?” He sounded shocked.

“Nothing wrong with your hearing; maybe it’s a comprehension problem. I’ll talk slower. No,” she said in an exaggerated drawl. “Do you need me to spell it out for you? Maybe use it in a sentence?”

“Jessica, I’m going to count to three and if you don’t open the door, I’m breaking it in.”

“Ha! You don’t have the balls. Oh, wait, you do, but I think you left them in your mother’s Gucci purse.”

Silence reigned for a moment. “I’m not playing here, Jessica Lynn. Open this door right now!”

His voice rose steadily, the last word coming out like the roar of an angry grizzly, which gave her momentary pause. Seriously ticked off, however, and having one too many surprises tonight, including several about her man, she couldn’t resist poking the already agitated bear.

“One…”

“Go ahead and bust it in, Don. You’ll only have to fix it.”

“Who the hell is Don?”

“Figure it out, Dr. Juan. Maybe you could call the other five nurses you dated before me to help you. I’m sure with that brain trust, you’ll have it solved in a jiff. I’m curious though, were they all big-boobed blond bimbos or were there a few trampy redheads like me, for variety?”

“Dammit, Jessie, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I do know I’m not going to argue with you through our front door when it’s below freezing, sleeting, and I’m soaked through. Open up. Now!”

“Forget you.” She wanted to say something else, but even in her current emotional state wasn’t stupid enough to launch the f-bomb at Marc. “I’m not over my mad and probably won’t be for a good long while. You’re always sticking up for your family, especially your mother. Go sleep at her house tonight.”

“Two…”

“Tell you what, I’ll call and tell her to make up the spare room for you.” That was a lie. She wouldn’t and he likely knew it. “While I’m at it, I’ll put in a request for mommy to tuck you in?”

“Three…” Wood splintered and a size fourteen boot came through the door with such force that the knob imbedded in the drywall.

Jessie stared in amazement as the hulking form of her fiancé appeared in the broken doorway. She literally shook herself to break the trance and like a fool poked again. Crossing her arms, she looked down her nose at the man she’d foolishly fallen in love with.

“Now you’ve done it. I guess you’ll need to stop by Home Depot for spackling. Better yet, borrow mommy’s makeup. That shit’s got to be industrial strength.”

Melody: The comment about Marc's balls being in his mothers purse had me rolling and dying of laughter. I still giggle every time I think of it.
Do you have any unusual writing rituals?

Maddie: Nope.  I’m a pantser.  I fly by the seat of my pants.  I usually start out with a rough outline, but by chapter 4 or 5, I’ve veered from it so much that the two have no correlation.

Melody: Do people in your family know that you write erotic romance? If so, have any of them read your work?

Maddie: My husband knows. It freaks me out when he calls me Maddie sometimes.  <giggle>  One of the authors I chat with regularly calls him Mr. Taylor  <snort>  He says he’d like to brag about my success to friends, but I’m not ready to come out of the closet quite yet. What would the PTA say?  LOL

Melody: He probably brags about it anyway and just doesn't tell you. ;)
When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Maddie: A lawyer, like Lanie in Lanie’s Lessons. I wanted to be the ice queen who was a ballbuster in court. I think I watched too much Boston Legal.  Maybe I really wanted to be James Spader aka Alan Shore in drag.

Melody: If you could bring one of your story characters to life who would it be and why?

Maddie: Lanie Fischer from Lanie’s Lessons.  I like the ballbusting at work, but the D/s role-play fun she has with her husband in private.  Yum!

Melody: I remember their role-plays. The one where he plays Dr. Whew that was hot.
You lead a very busy life with a full time job, a family, and a really hot writing career. How do you fit it all in?

Maddie: Um… insomnia helps. I think I’ve mentioned that before. I suppose I’m fortunate that I can operate on only 3-4 hours of sleep at night, I have a kitty-cat alarm clock that wakes me up at 6:50 am sharp, and that I can still function. I also don’t do caffeine, no coffee, tea and I drink caffeine free diet Mountain Dew. I am an anomaly.

Annoying yellow inner-voice: Speaking of anomalies I have a question for Maddie.
You and Melody visit an old vintage bookstore together and you both spot a very old copy of Gone With The Wind. You look at each other, both wanting it and dash for the book. Melody gets it first.. BUT… when she runs her card at the register it comes back declined and she doesn’t have cash. What do you do?
A.    Smile greedily and purchase the book for yourself when she runs out of options
B.    Loan Mel the money
C.    Look the book over and decide it’s not worth the price and both of you leave without it.

Maddie: Definitely B, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be secretly coveting it. I would, in all fairness, claim dibs on the next great find for myself! 

Melody: Awww... You're a true friend Maddie ♥
Okay, getting back to Sweet Surrender. I found the medical play in this story quite titillating. What inspired the scene with the TENS unit?

Maddie: Um…  My husband has a TENS and that’s all I’m saying.  <wink>

Melody: Tease... lol. 
Giada is quite a malicious tart in this story, did you plan her to be that way originally and will there be a future story with her? I know, I for one would love to see her get her just rewards. LOL

Maddie: Of course! There has to be a villain, someone you love to hate, an antagonist if you will.  Otherwise, what fun would the story be?

Melody: So going back to that snippet you shared. You kind of left us hanging. What happens after Marc busts down the door?

Maddie: Yeah, I can’t leave you hanging. Marc’s mother and his sisters, especially oldest sister Giada have been quite ugly toward Jess, so these comments are justified, at least I think so.  Marc, not so much…

“You’ve been acting like a five-year-old. When I catch you, I’m blistering your ass like one.”

Scampering up the stairs, she was two shy of the top when strong fingers circled her ankle, halting her ascent. She screeched when in the next moment, she was across his lap. Hoisting her skirt up, he laid into her without hesitation right there on the steps. He landed a good dozen stunning smacks before her brain reconnected with her mouth.

“Marc! I’m sorry.”

He paused for a brief second. “You’re apologizing so soon?” His surprise was evident.

“Yeah, because I feel really sad for you…” The insincerity rang through her words, loud and clear. “It must be tough knowing you’ll never be the man your mother is.”

The spanking resumed, but not until her ass cheeks were bared, her panties having been whisked down to her ankles in the blink of an eye. The stretchy boy shorts she favored effectively pinned her feet together as he lit into her again.

“And it’s not your fault that Giada’s got a bigger dick than you.” Although her ass was ablaze, Jessie snickered. She was on a roll. “I’m sure she gets that from your mother.”

Short of outright laughter, she snorted. Was she nuts? He was whaling away on her backside while she was cracking jokes. It was crazy, yet she couldn’t resist; that one was a twofer, insulting both her nemeses in one fell swoop. She felt a small glimmer of satisfaction despite the burning heat he was inflicting on her anything but contrite ass.

He stilled, as did she, and silence filled the stairwell other than the sound of her accelerated breathing. Was he done already? He’d gone relatively easy for her admittedly outrageous behavior. She was at once wary, her suspicion of what lay ahead mounting quickly.

He shifted behind her. An ominous zipping noise sounded as his leather belt cleared its loops. Oh, crap! She squirmed as panic set in.

Melody: Uh-oh, I have a feeling her snarky remarks are about to end if he lays into her with his belt. Before we close… just a couple more questions.Favorite board game and why? 

Maddie: Sorry.  I always think of Mama’s Family where Eunice rings the bell and says in that awful southern accent.  Sooooo-reeeee!

Melody: Have you ever been to any of the places you’ve written about in your books? 

Maddie: I have been to San Antonio, Boston, and Detroit, in fact I born and raised in the Detroit area where Sweet Salvation and Sweet Surrender take place. Here’s an irony. I got a review about Sweet Salvation and the references to the location, which made me laugh.  Let me find it real quick…
Here it is…
Per Amazon Customer:  “The author tries to insert references of areas of Michigan as if she knows the geography, but speaking as one who was born and raised here, she needed to get a map as she gets it wrong a couple of times.”
I had to laugh, I lived there for 18 years and much of my family is there so I return frequently.  I also think I have a pretty good sense of direction, so maybe it was my descriptions.  In general, unless its glaringly obvious, like having the Alamo in Boston, and the North Church in San Antone, in a fiction novel, does it matter all that much?  I do try to be accurate though and use current maps (for you AC), pictures, cities’ websites for references, etc...

It's been a pleasure having you here today Maddie. Sweet Surrender is my favorite book by you so far. I know, I'll probably say that again when I read your next one too, but you just keep getting better and better.
Oh crap! I almost forgot the blurb and the buy links. 
Blurb:
Abandoned by her father at a young age, Jessie Swanson swore she’d never again depend on any man, let alone someone with Dr. Marc Trent’s reputation as a player. Upon being assigned to work a shift as Marc’s nurse, she vows to keep things entirely professional, but when the darkly handsome surgeon asks Jessie to dinner her promises prove no match for his golden-brown eyes.

One date turns into another, and then another, and the better Jessie gets to know Marc, the more his take-charge personality appeals to her. She soon finds herself craving his dominance in the bedroom as well, and when he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her long and hard, she is left blushing and begging for more. But after Jessie learns that Marc’s mother and sisters are unhappy about their match, she retreats into her work, sure that a girl who used to call a trailer park home can’t possibly have a future with someone like him.

When Marc puts his foot down about Jessie’s excessive overtime hours and her failure to take care of herself properly, things come to a head. Jessie decides to move on rather than risk losing her independence to a man she fears will one day cast her aside, but Marc doesn’t give up easily. Will the wounds of Jessie’s past keep them apart forever, or can Marc prove to her that he is not only a man she can depend on, but one worthy of her surrender?

Publisher’s Note: Sweet Surrender is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet Salvation. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Don't forget about visiting the other blogs in Maddie's blog tour. Prizes include, but are not limited to a 30.00 amazon giftcard not to mention the excerpts are scrumptiously delicious.

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Thanks for visiting, Folks. Best of luck for those awesome prizes. I know I'll be vying for some ☺ 

Monday, February 9, 2015

A new twist on spanking romance with Cara Bristol and Reasonable Doubts



Hi Folks. I have Cara Bristol here with me today sharing a bit about her awesome self and her newest release in the Rod and Cane series, Reasonable Doubts

First off, I'd just like to mention how much a really admire Cara not only for her talented, hot imagination, but for who she is as an author. Her blog is always full of fun and useful information for readers and fellow authors alike. I admire her devotion to sharing with people not just her books, but also part of herself and who she is. As a relatively new author, I have learned much from stalk... errr, I mean following Cara around online through her online links, which you'll find below after our chat. 

Hi Cara. Welcome to my tiny corner of the web, feel free to make yourself comfortable. I picked up a bottle of Spanking Bottom Red Wine for your visit today. Would you like a glass?

Thanks, Melody, I'd love a glass, but a very small one.


I know you've probably been asked this before, but what made you decide you wanted to become an author?

It was a natural evolution. I’ve always written. I secretly loved writing term papers in school. I have a degree in journalism and worked as a newspaper reporter before going into public relations. It wasn’t until I left journalism that I started to write fiction—I wrote so much on the job, I didn’t want to do it when I got home. I started writing erotic romance in 2009. Before that, I wrote mainstream women’s fiction.
'Secretly loved writing term papers'... lol. Where's your favorite place to write?

In my home office. I have a wonderful office that is all mine, mine, mine. LOL. Until just a few years ago, my husband and I shared not only an office, but also a computer. When romance writing became a full-time career, I got my own space (and computer).

Oh, sharing an office sounds like it could have it's advantages ☺, but I certainly understand having a space of your own when it comes to submerging yourself in a good story. What is the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you concerning your writing career?

All of the conventional advice for success has turned out to be on the mark. Write the next book. Write a series. Be persistent. To others, my advice would be this: building a writing career is like investing for retirement. Making steady, sound investments is the best way to accumulate a nest egg. Sure, a rare few win the lottery, but buying Lotto tickets is a not a good retirement plan. Likewise, you need to make steady investments in your writing career, building it book by book, reader by reader. “Get successful quick” schemes won’t work.

You hear that, Yellow? Buying Lotto tickets isn't the way to go.

Sure it is, Mel. Look, I just won 50 bucks on this scratch off. 

Yeah, and how much have you spent this week on tickets to get that one winner? 
Um... 

Exactly! Starting today your credit card is frozen. Now that we have that settled, did you have a question for Cara? 

You're mean, Mel. And yes, I do have a question for Cara. 
You’re at the movies with a girlfriend and you step out for popcorn. When you return there’s a man you don’t know sitting in your seat next to your friend, what do you do?

I’d say hello! I’d wonder why my friend didn’t save my seat, but I wouldn’t make a stink, and would take the seat next to them.
Ha-ha,Yellow! You only asked that question hoping Cara would react like you did last week when you almost got banned from the theater, but we won't go into that now. I'm more interested in what Cara's writing schedule is like. What is a typical day for you, and what do you do when you get stuck on a story? 
I get up about 5 a.m., go straight to my computer and work until about 4 p.m. But in between, there are breaks (showering, breakfast, lunch, occasionally errands). I write 1-2 K per day, which takes 2-5 hours. If there is time left over, I work on promotion. I dedicate Sunday to blogging. If I have a novel in editing or one about to release, all that can shift.  When I get stuck writing, I take a walk. I walk 45-minutes to an hour every day anyway, so I can kill two birds with one stone. Getting away from the computer frees me to think about my story without feeling pressure to produce.
Wow, you get up before the sun. That's dedication and persistence. Have you ever not finished a story, if so, please explain.

Funny you should ask. I’ve completed and published seventeen erotic romance titles. Sitting in my computer are four completed, but unpublished novels and a collection of short stories from the  days when I wrote women’s fiction.  About 25 years ago, I pantsed 200 pages of a dystopian science fiction novel and then stalled out. I didn’t know where to go with the story, how to get to the end. I abandoned it for another hot idea, which became my “first” completed novel.  Since then, I’ve finished every single novel and novella I’ve started, but that unfinished one has haunted me. It’s the reason I dislike writing under contract and avoid it when I can. I much prefer to finish a novel, then submit it, rather than submitting a proposal. But I haven’t changed my writing method—I’m still a pantser.
You've really had quite an exciting journey as a writer. What's been the biggest challenge in your career so far? 

Getting over the initial hump of getting enough notice to sell books. I’m past that now (thank goodness), but it was really, really hard. Nobody has a crystal ball to know what works promotion wise and what won’t. You can work your ass off to no effect and then the smallest thing has an exponential impact. As a result, I don’t take my readers or book sales for granted. The moment you think you can rest on your laurels, you go “splat!”
Your hard work and dedication has certainly paid off. And I couldn't agree more about the guess work for promotions. The social networks are ever changing and challenging to keep up with. 
Considering our wine is almost gone, let's talk a little bit about your hot new release. What tempting morsel have you brought for us today.

I have an excerpt from Reasonable Doubts, the next Rod and Cane Society spanking romance. In the other Rod and Cane books, the hero introduces the heroine to spanking. For the first time, in Reasonable Doubts, the heroine has to tell the hero she wants to be spanked.

The Blurb:  Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband--a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval  JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?
Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.
But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?

And the Except: “If you’re seeking a fun spanking, I can accommodate you. But I can’t hit you to punish you, Liz.”
That was a common hang-up for many men who’d been taught to never raise a hand to a woman. “Not hitting. Spanking. Paddling.”
“Hit you with a paddle?” He looked aghast now.
She said, spank, and he heard hit. Liz sighed, frustrated for feeling out of her element in a situation that had been her element her entire adult life. She’d never had to broach the subject with a man. How did other women deal with the issue?
Grant curved his arm around her. Thinking he intended to hug her, she curled against his chest, but he continued to exert pressure. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Placing you over my lap.”
Her jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
“It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
But—but—Liz peeked at him, but he wore his courtroom face. Unreadable. Did he desire this—or was he going through the motions to please her? Did she want to be spanked this way? Not coldly, more… dispassionately. Yet heat curled in her tummy. It had been so long since she’d been spanked. The few playful swats he’d given her the other night didn’t count.
Her body decided for her by melting into a submissive puddle over Grant’s lap. He smoothed his hands across her bottom, rubbing her cheeks through her clothes. “You do have a nice ass,” he said.
Her heart migrated to her throat where it drummed a rapid beat, as a familiar excitement zinged through her.
Cool air breezed across her skin when Grant raised her skirt to her waist. Another good sign: he adjusted her clothing without her having to prompt him. With his finger, he traced the line of her panties across her lower back and the tops of her thighs. Belatedly, Liz realized she wasn’t wearing her best underwear. Not her worst, thank goodness, but beige bikinis with an elastic band of lace for adornment qualified as more functional than sexy. But how could she have known she would be spanked today?
Grant smoothed his hands over her buttocks, a patch of rough skin on his palm catching on silk. His gentle touch electrified her, created a muscle-deep ache, a longing she could taste. Liz pressed her face against the sofa cushion and closed her eyes. Please, please. She wanted him to spank her so badly, but she’d made her case, and the decision rested with him. She couldn’t force him into being a spanko. He needed to step up and take control of the situation without any more instigation from her.
He hooked a thumb into the waistband of her panties. “Lift,” he ordered.

What a unique twist in spanking romance. This time it's the hero that's being introduced to the Spanking lifestyle. I have a feeling that Grant will turn out to be more than Liz ever expected.
Where can we go to get it, Cara?
Amazon US
Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA |

Where are you going from here, Cara. What's in the works for your next book? 
The Goddess’s Curse, a fantasy/sci-fi/paranormal romance inspired by the mythological Amazon women will be published in March or April. I’ll have Rod and Cane 6 by summer. I’m also mulling over a historical time travel spanking romance and a couple of nonfiction possibilities.
Where else can folk's find you online?

Find Cara
Website /blog
Amazon Author Page
Sign up for Cara’s New Release Newsletter
Facebook
Twitter
Tsu
Google+ 

And there's Prizes too, Prizes, Prizes!
How would you like to become card-carrying member of the Rod and Cane Society? To receive a membership card, leave a comment for Cara about Reasonable Doubts or this blog AND your email address in the body of your comment. Cara will contact you to arrange to send you a membership card. This is not a drawing. Everyone who posts a comment with an email address can receive a card—as long as supplies last. In addition, by commenting on this blog and leaving an email address, you’ll be entered into a drawing for Rod and Cane coffee mug.


You can bet I'll be commenting. I love those mugs. I think it's so cool that your creating accessories for your books. I can see myself settling down on a cold winters night with a mug of coco in my Rod and Cane mug while reading Reasonable Doubts. 

Thanks for visiting folk's, I hope you enjoyed this post and will enjoy Reasonable Doubts even more. Don't forget to comment for one of the cool cards and mugs. 

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Meet sexy Medic Sam Brighton with Adaline Raine

Clicking this cover will whisk you away to amazon

Hiya Folks. You'll never guess who's coming to see me today. Yup, in case that gorgeous cover up there isn't all telling, I have Adaline Raine here with me today and she's going to share a bit from her newest release. The Medic Of Brighton Creek. Which by the way is eating up the charts on Amazon. Way to go Adaline. 

Before we get to the snippet I though readers might like to know a little more about you. What made you decide you wanted to become an author?

Adaline—I'm not really sure. I've been writing stories since I was about eight years old. (laughs) I've wanted to be an author since as far back as I can remember.

Melody- I am so glad you've made it as an author Addy, It must have taken a lot of firm determination to get where you are today.
Let's talk about character names. Mikalya, your heroine is a rather unique name, how did you come up with it? 

Adaline— It's silly, but I don't decide, they tell me. I have yet to pick one. It's like watching a movie.

Melody- A unique strategy as well. What is the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you concerning your writing career?

Adaline—Share. Seriously. I was always too afraid to share my stories with anyone and once I did the feedback was really supportive. Renee Rose encouraged me to submit my works and I did. I love writing and am constantly growing.

Speaking of sharing. Are you going to hog all of Addy's attention Melody? I want to ask her a question too, you know. 

Oh alright, Yellow. What off the wall, totally unrelated to books question do you have for our guest?


You’re in a Baskin Robins with Melody. She orders a double scoop waffle cone of chocolate and peanut butter. On her way to the table, she drops her cone and throws a fit like a two year old, crying and stomping her feet, what do you do?
A.    Scurry away, pretending you don’t know her
B.    Offer to buy her another one and encourage her to go sit down
C.    Google the nearest insane asylum


Adaline— Probably B. I have that inner nurturing being even when it comes to people who aren't my children. I would probably threaten her with one of my alpha males if she continued her tantrum.

Melody- Ha ha! for once you asked a cute question, Yellow. And Addy, if your going to threaten me with one of you Alpha males, like say... Sam Brighton, I may just have to continue throwing a tantrum.☺
What is  your writing schedule like? How many hours a day do you spend typing away and what do you do when you get stuck or your flow just stops?

Adaline— I type on weekends and anytime my characters bother me which is sometimes in the middle of the day at my nine-to-five desk with a notebook and pen on my lunch hour. Sometimes when I'm really on my game I will type for about forty-five minutes in between getting the two children on the bus.

Melody- Spoken like a true author, sneaking in time to write whenever and wherever possible. What about after you've finished a book. Do you do anything special for yourself? 

Adaline— Cry and try not to freak out. Oh. You said something special for myself? I thought you meant after I hit the submit button. Hm...no not really. This time my family went out to dinner so that was nice.

Melody- Crying and freaking out after hitting the submit button? You? No way. I kind of do the same thing, biting my nails down to bloody stumps wondering what the publisher is going to have to say and how many pages of edits I'll get back. 
I'm excited to hear more about Sam and Mikalya. What tantalizing little snippet did you bring with you today, Addy. 

Addy- Well first. The blurb.
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Returning to her hometown for her best friend’s wedding, Mikayla Turner doesn’t expect to run into her teenage crush, handsome paramedic Sam Brighton, within a matter of moments. But after her car runs off the road in a snowstorm, she seeks help at the nearest house and is shocked when it is Sam who answers the door—still as sexy as she remembers him.

Sam patches her up and lets her stay at his home until the weather improves, but he makes it clear that there will be consequences should she choose to disobey him during her stay. Mikayla has grown up in the years she’s been away, but she still finds herself craving Sam’s dominance, and she is unable to resist putting his warning to the test. After Sam takes her in hand and bares her bottom for a sound spanking, Mikayla has never felt closer to him, and though it leaves her blushing, his thorough, intimate medical care makes her feel safer and more loved than she’s ever felt before.

When the local doctor takes some time off, Sam steps in to help out and he asks Mikayla to stay and serve as his receptionist. She agrees, but she can’t help worrying that Sam’s attraction to her is short-lived and that one day he will tire of her and push her away. Will self-doubt drive Mikayla to leave Sam and her hometown forever, or can she face her fears and learn to trust the man she loves?

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Publisher’s Note: The Medic of Brighton Creek is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Melody-- Before we get to the tantalizing excerpt. I have to ask. How did you come up with such an awesome title? 

Adaline— It was a suggestion from my publisher. He is amazing at coming up with titles. I usually pick something to call it when it is a work in progress and wanted to stay true to the location of this one.

Melody— What sets this book apart from others you’ve written?

Adaline—So, this one is my first contemporary and does not have any type of supernatural elements in it at all. It is sweet at its core though it has erotic elements.

Melody-- Mmmm, erotic elements... like say... punishments? 

Adaline-- Oh you want a punishment excerpt? I have one of those☺ This one is just after Sam is getting closer to figuring out why Mikayla left home in the first place. She's all worked up and he has to enact a consequence for her outburst.

Mikayla let her hand fly across his face, but as she pulled back to catch her balance, he took it in his. “You don’t know why I left! How dare you make me feel guilty!”

“Sweetheart, if you feel guilty, that’s all on you.” Sam pulled her towards him as she yanked at her hands to break free, but he held tight. “If you ever raise that hand to my face again, it better be for a good reason—”

She reared back and spit, hissing like a hell cat. “Let go of me!” Mikayla bucked and twisted. “Right now!”

He released her hands and she fell backwards. “Put your hair in a ponytail.”

She looked at him like he had three heads, but she slipped the scrunchie off her wrist to comply, her brows scrunched up in concern.

Sam walked around behind her, leaned down, and tangled his fingers into her hair, flush against her scalp. She gasped as if realizing what he was about to do and slowly began to stand as he tugged her upwards. “Walk.”

He led her down the hall and into the bathroom, then turned the light on. Her face no longer held a spark of anger, and she appeared slightly nervous, her lower lip trembling as she stared wide-eyed into the mirror.
Sam took a soft blue-hued washcloth from the wall, then grabbed a snowflake shaped soap from the dish next to the sink, all while keeping his other hand firmly gripped in her hair. Mikayla’s eyes widened even more as he brought the decorative soap to her lips and said, “Open.”
She complied, but tears formed and trickled down her cheeks as she took in what he intended to do.

Melody-- Uh-oh! sounds like someone's getting her sassy mouth washed out with soap. Poor girl. 
What's in the works for future books? 

Adaline—I have a collaboration I'm working on, details to be coming in the next few months as well as some darker, spicier works. On top of those I have many characters waiting patiently in line for me to get their story and write it. It's going to be an exciting year!

Melody-- Oh that sounds yummy, I love dark and spicy. ~Grins~ Finish this sentence. 
I will stop writing when.... 

Adaline—When I am cold and in the ground.

Melody- And thankfully, that will not be for a very long time ☺. Want to know more about Adaline Raine and her hot alpha males and sexy heroines? Visit these links. 
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Adaline: Thanks so much for having me over today, Melody. I had lots of fun. Please say you'll come visit on my blog too one day.

Thanks Addy, and you betcha! I love the couch you have over at your place. So much better than these folding chairs I have here. I'm saving up though and by fall I should have a couple of really nice recliners. 

Thank you fans, readers and fellow authors who have taken the time to read this awesome interview with Adaline Raine. Now please hop on over to amazon and check out more about Sam and Mikalya.... your kindles are waiting.