Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Year end reivew and a snippet too.

Happy New Year Everyone. I'd like to thank all of you who have enjoyed this blog and everyone who has participated in #Wipitup this year. I've really enjoyed reading and sharing all of the wonderful and dedicated authors who have taken the time to make this blog hop what it is. Awesome! 

I'd like to mention Joelle Casteel, Christina Mandara, and Shelly Douglas for being the top participants and sharers of 2014. Thank you, Ladies. You really know how to trip my trigger.
I'd like to mention Natasha Knight, because she wrote an Uber-hot little number that included 'yours truly' getting a well deserved canning and some really hot n heavy anal penetration. Her story was published in the Stormy Nights Newsletter. If you missed it, click the link to Stormy Nights and enjoy.

Umm... Melody. What about all the others who have supported #Wipitup? Like Meredith O'Rilley, Daryl Devore, Tara Crescent, Tabitha Black, Thinna D, Ash Baker, Bree Cariad, Sophie Kisker, Jennifer Reynolds, Helen Karol, Jane Gilbert, Jaye Peaches, and Breanna Hayse?

I was just getting to that Yellow, thank you for finding all their names. If anyone has been forgotten I am blaming it on Yellow. 

Oh sure, just blame Yellow for everything! How about telling people what you have cooking in your kitchen lately.

You know I don't cook, Yellow. 

How could I forget. That last batch of cookies you made before Christmas were burnt.

Yet you ate every one of them, didn't you? 

No comment! 

Ha-ha! Thought so. Now go away while I share a snippet from a new story that I started recently. 

New story? What happened to Em and Corbet? 

I'm still working on Emilia, don't worry. They've just gone to the back burner for a bit while I get to know this hot new heroine named Crystal, who is currently on a dinner date with her boyfriend Kevin. He's about to pop the question and Crystal knows it. Let's see what happens. 

“I know why you brought me here tonight,” she said without looking at him.

“If such was the case, you’d have a huge smile on your face,” he said with a wink.

She looked up at him, fighting the tears in her eyes. Any other woman would have been ecstatic to be sitting here with Keven Pell and the little black box in his pocket, but not Crystal. It wasn’t that she was afraid to commit, or that she didn’t love Kevin. But as with all the other long-term relationships in her life, there was just something missing.

The sex was good, Kevin always tended to her needs before his own, and he had more than enough money to provide for them. She looked at the tennis bracelet on her wrist, then at the opal ring on her pinky finger. She was sure that tonight, on their two year anniversary of dating, he was going to ask her to marry him.  And she was going to break his heart and say –no.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kev.” Her voice quavered as she met his electrifying, bright blue eyes, noting how his brow pulled together and a quizzical look spread across his face. “I should have told you months ago, but I couldn’t.” She took in a slow breath, wondering if she would ever forget the warm smell of his aftershave, or that little dip in his sandy-blond hair. The muscles in his jaw tensed as he cocked his head to the right, pulling his hand from hers.

“What exactly are you saying Crystal?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.

“You know what I’m saying, Kev. It’s over. I know what you have in your pocket and I love you for it, but I can’t. I’m sorry I let this go on for as long as it has.”  God, she sounded like a broken record and she knew from experience the next thing out of his mouth was going to be…

“WHY?” he blurted, completely shocked. “Things have been so good between us.” He shook his head a little in disbelief. “ Crystal, I don’t understand. We’re meant for each other. Your mom even said so last month when we had dinner, right here at Antetello’s. And if I’m not mistaken your father said you couldn’t have chosen a better man if he’d hand picked one for you himself. WHY? Why now?” Kevin stirred nervously in his hair, loosening his tie like it was suddenly choking him.

She really couldn’t tell him why. Not exactly. She wasn’t sure herself, but one thing was certain, something was missing, she just didn’t know what it was. Sure, to anyone else they had the perfect relationship. Kevin Pell was everything a woman wanted, successful,  magnetic personality, tender heart, sexy as hell body, and sinfully seductive sky blue eyes with tiny flakes of green in them.  But right now, there was a tempest storm brewing in those otherwise, kind and caring eyes.

“Why, Crystal?” Irritation clear in his voice. “As far as I know, things have been going great between us. Why just out of blue are you calling it off?”

“It doesn’t feel right. There’s something missing and I don’t know what it is. It’s not you, so please don’t think that. It’s me. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

“Something’s missing? What could be missing? We’re both successful, well educated, like a lot of the same things, we laugh together and we love each other. Or were all those ‘I love you’s’ just lies? You’ve been just stringing me along for the past two years?”

“Kevin,” she said, picking up a napkin to dab her watery eyes. “I’m so sorry. I know how hard this is, but I don’t feel connected to you. At least not the way I’d like to. I mean, sure, we do things together all the time and we have a lot of fun together, but when it comes to thinking of us together forever… well, I go cold and inside I know you're not the man for me.”

“Honey, you have no idea what you're throwing away.” His hand went to his brow, rubbing his forehead like he did when a tension headache hit. “There isn’t a woman alive—besides you—that would turn me down. I put you on a fucking pedestal and practically worship the ground you walk on and this...” he made an agitated whirling motion with his hands. “This is the thanks I get?”

Crystal put her hands in her lap, her uneaten shrimp Alfredo staring up at her as she lowered her chin in dismay. “I’m sorry. I don’t really know what else to say. It’s better to do this now than a year from now when you realize it too.”

“Realize what? That your perfect for me? That you do to me what no other woman on the planet can do? That I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone? I need you, Crystal Jean Harman. Please, baby. You’re just scared. Take some time to think about things, but please don’t cast me off like an old used shoe. If there’s something you think is missing, then tell me what it is and I’ll fix it, but please don’t call it quits like this.”

He’d hit the begging stage now and hopefully he wouldn’t make a scene before they left. “That’s just it Kevin. I don’t really know what it is, but whatever it is you can’t find it or fix it.” Mustering all her boldness, she looked into his frantically worried eyes, holding back unshed tears. “Let me go, Kev. We can still be friends if you want, but—”

“Friends?” His words came through clenched teeth. “Did you really just go there? I’ve been inside you every which way but Sunday and you're pulling out the ‘let’s be friends’ card?” With haste he reached into his jacket and pulled out his wallet. “I could understand if the sex was bad or I had some annoying habit you could never learn to live with. Hell, I’d even understand if you hated my parents or my job. But this lame excuse that something is missing just isn’t going to cut it, sweetheart.” He laid some bills on the table and stood up, straightening his jacket. “Let’s get out of here. We can go back to my place and talk about this while I give you a long relaxing back-rub. You love when I do that and all your tension just melts away. When you’re thinking clearly again, you’ll realize all of this ‘it’s over’ talk is just you being scared to commit. Forget about the ring for now, we can wait as long as you like, I won’t pressure you with marriage.”

“I don’t want a back-rub,” she said firmly. “Or a foot massage, or long hours of making love. My head is clear and my thinking is just fine. I’m doing this for both of us. Just let it end here and now, Kevin. Please.”  She pulled her napkin from her lap, turning her chair, preparing to get up, but he thrust the ring in her face.

“Look at it.” He demanded, opening the black crushed velvet case. The diamond was simply gorgeous.  A princess cut, at least 5 carat, set in a 24 carat gold crown, finely polished with enough sparkle to guide a blind man through a thick fog. He’d spared no expense. It must have cost over 50K and knowing such made her feel even worse. “Oh and this too.” He pulled a photograph and set it on the table in front of her. She looked at the picture, a beautiful two story beach-front home, complete with an extra large pool and thick palm trees hedging the property. “That would have been our honeymoon and then our vacation home thereafter.  It’s brand new. The builders just finished it last week. I had a house built for you Crystal, don’t you see what you mean to me?”

He squatted down in front of her, taking hold of her hand. When she realized he meant to put the ring on her finger she pulled away. So much for not pressuring her.

Thanks for stopping by folks. I wish each of you a very Happy New Year and will see you again in 2015. Please take a moment to show your appreciation to this weeks other hot participants found below.

Friday, December 26, 2014

The Right Treatment, rectal thermometers, and Tara Finnegan

Hi Everyone! As you can probably guess, I have Tara Finnegan guesting on my blog today with her fabulous new medical play 'The Right Treatment'. I took a sneak peak into her excerpt and had a knuckle biting response. Here's a hint... 'rectal thermometer'. I don't know about you, but those words just make me all squirmy on the inside. 
Before we get to the hot excerpt, I thought it would be fun to chat a bit with Tara. I mean it would be pretty rude of me to just let her sit over there in my Lazy-Boy, thumbing through last years copies of Vogue. 

Last years copies, Mel? Boy, you're kinda cheap, aren't you?

Oh for crying out loud Yellow, get a grip. I only said last years copies because in a few days, they will be last years copies. Behave now, or I'll give Tara your journal and let her start reading that. Oh, or better yet, maybe next week I'll post your entry from November. You know the one I'm talking about don't you? 

I'll be good. 

I thought so. Now hush up while I talk to my friend. 
Sorry about the interruption, Tara. Sometimes Yellow can be quite rude. Would you like something to drink while we chat? I made some holiday eggnog. 

Tara: Will it make me tipsy? 

Melody: Probably, but one won't hurt, right? 

Tara: Now I know why you're on the naughty list this year.

Melody: Ha-ha... and here I thought it was because the nice list was overcrowded. Okay enough about that, I'm eager to find out more about you, Tara. What made you decide to become an author? 

Tara:  I have absolutely no idea – it was never on my bucket list. Then one day I just started on what became 'My Naughty Little Secret'. I think I really only wrote it to see if I actually could write a full book. I didn’t really expect it would ever be published.

Melody: I bet you were overjoyed when you opened that first acceptance letter. I remember mine. It felt like Christmas day as my nearly popped out of my head. Speaking of Christmas, what are your hopes and dreams this year? 

Tara: What I really want for Christmas this year is to look back this day next year, and for everyone I love to be still here, healthy and able to enjoy it. This was a pretty traumatic year, and I will be ringing in 2015 with great gusto.

Melody: That's really the best part of Christmas, being surrounded by those you love, enjoying a nice meal, good conversation with those we've not seen for a while, and hoping one of the youngsters doesn't take a picture of your mother-in-law sleeping in the recliner with drool running down the side of her mouth, bragging about having just shared it to facebook. (Yes, that happened. No one told her. But she found the post the next day. It had over 100 shares. I giggled!) 
What's the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you about your writing career? 

Tara: This will probably come as no big surprise, but I had this really great advisor who kept telling me not to quit. There were times I wanted to cut him, but of course he was invariably right! I blab.

Melody: I've been there too, Tara. Sometimes things can get overwhelming and down right frustrating. But quitting is never the answer. I mean if we do, then we have this nagging annoying yellow inner-voice that keeps saying "Where would you be now if you hadn't?" I commend the man who pushed you not to quit and hope there is no need of stitches in the future... lol. 

Did someone say yellow? Is it time for my question now, Mel? 
Yes, Yellow, take it away... 
Oh goodie! Tara, you're going to love this one. You wake up with a hangover after last nights Christmas party at your husband’s boss's house. You can’t remember a thing you did last night, what do you do?
A) Remain quiet until someone asks or says something
B) Ask your husband if you did anything embarrassing
C) Book yourself on the next plane to Madagascar

Tara: Ha-ha... I like your annoying yellow inner-voice. It’s so naughty and asks great questions!  Definitely A, remain quiet – after all, this is Ireland, and if I’m lucky, nobody else remembers either. ☺

Melody: I wasn't so lucky, and that's all I have to say about that, lol. Do you do anything special for yourself after you finish a book? 

Tara: Usually, go straight into the next – but actually after The Right Treatment, I took a few months off writing. I was busy with my other job til mid November, and after that I decided to just stop and do nothing! It’s been great, but it will be full steam ahead again in January.

Melody: Those last two months of the year are hard for me too, but I'm with you in January. Full steam ahead ☺ Have you ever not finished a story? If so, please explain. 

Tara: Yes, a few. I start something, then decide no, not now and throw it aside because it doesn’t suit my current mood. Some I will come back to. Some are in another genre, and I have to decide whether I want to go down another road, as someone else, starting all over again. Tough call.

Melody: Oh no! Shame on you for talking about 'other genres'. Just kidding, I think it's wonderful that your thinking of branching out and I wish you the best should you decide to. What's been the biggest challenge so far in your writing career? 

Tara: Definitely the blogging, marketing and pimping of books. I could happily sit behind a computer all day, writing stories, but the marketing is very difficult to me. Mostly, I spend my real life in hiding, and by nature I am pretty shy. Marketing forces me to push myself into the foreground and I don’t like it.

Melody: Mmmm... marketing ♥... NOT! I am so with you on marketing and pimping. I mean I do enjoy the social markets, I've made some wonderful friends while pimping out books for both myself and others, but lets be honest. It takes a lot of time and like you, I like writing the stories a whole lot more. Speaking of stories, we'd better start talking about your new medical play, 'The Right Treatment'. What kind of scrumptious goodies did you bring for us today? 

Tara: I have an excerpt that I picked just for you, Mel. 

“I can’t, I don’t feel well,” Aoife whined as he told her to go tog out for their run.

“There was nothing wrong with you two hours ago when you ate a full packet of chocolate chip cookies after your lunch,” he admonished. He had warned her to go easy on the sweet stuff, that it gave her a false high, but she had defiantly scoffed the lot, almost begging him to spank her. His hand had been itching all day since then.

“So, you were right and now I feel sick. Does that make you feel better, Dr. McDaid?” 

The obvious derision in her voice, and how she chose to twist her first crime to try to vindicate her second sealed her fate. Matt steeled himself: this was shit or get off the pot time. Was he man, or the mouse she took him for? Matt chose man.
“Go to your room, strip off, and lie on the bed ready for an examination until I get there. If you’re not ready when I get there, I promise you, the exam will start with your first taste of a proper spanking. If I find you are lying, the examination will finish with a spanking. Before the night is out, you will write out I must show courtesy and respect to those who are good enough to help me one hundred times. You had better pray you won’t be writing on a hard kitchen chair with a bare, spanked bottom.” The look of horror on her face said it all. Before she scampered from the room, she lifted her mug of tea; he saw her hold it in her mouth and her face redden from the scalding liquid. Inwardly he chuckled. She thought she was being clever. Where he intended sticking the thermometer, a full mug of tea wouldn’t make much difference. (Oh, Tara! You naughty girl... I love that you picked this snippet for me)

As soon as Aoife went to her bedroom, he grabbed his emergency bag from the hall, then went to his bathroom cabinet and pulled out the Vaseline and thermometer. He’d placed them there the minute Aoife had signed her agreement, knowing she would pull any stunt to have the upper hand. He would make sure she would never fake sick again.

“No! No way,” Aoife had protested when he placed the thermometer and Vaseline on the locker. The shock on her face said it all. She definitely had not seen this coming. He relished in the victory. She was lying on the bed, but of course she hadn’t undressed; in fact, she had already pulled on her running clothes.

“Clothes off, now,” Matt ordered, swatting her firmly on the rump.

“Ouch,” she protested. She quickly jumped to attention.

“Lie in the foetal position and relax, it will only take a few minutes.” Her fingers trembled as she slipped off her shorts and he got a lovely view of her cute white cotton panties. No, he would not allow himself to be distracted. Aoife needed to be taught a lesson and his job was to teach it.

Oh yes, Matt. It is your job to teach it! And Tara is being a tease by leaving us hanging just on the cusp of all the action. I guess if we want to know what happens to Aoife we're going to need some buy links. Look for them right after Tara teases us with...

The blurb: Things have changed quite a bit in the years since Aoife Devine last saw Matt McDaid, her childhood crush. Working as a doctor on the emergency ward has hardened him, and parties, alcohol, and one-night-stands have taken their toll on her. But when a bad batch of ecstasy sends Aoife to the hospital, she finds herself with no choice but to accept Matt’s help, even if that means obeying his rules.

Matt proves fully prepared to back up his orders with a sound spanking, and Aoife soon learns that cooperating with his treatments is not optional, no matter how humiliating they may be for her. But will Aoife always be no more than a foolish girl to him, or can Matt come to see her as more than just a troublesome patient in need of the right treatment?

Publisher’s Note: The Right Treatment is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled What the Doctor Ordered.

Aoife sounds like she's gotten herself into a real mess with drugs and alcohol. Something that happens far to much these days. I can't wait to find out what kind of treatment Doctor Matt McDaid has in store for this naughty little party girl. Where can we get our copies, Tara?

Amazon  Barns and Noble  Kobo
For the complete box set on Amazon.

Melody: Before we go, tell us what's on the horizon for future books.

Tara: I had a book started that I had to put on hold to get onto The Right Treatment for the box set. I intend to finish that in January and get it to Stormy Night as soon as possible. I’m also considering ghost writing a real life story for someone. I think that would be an interesting thing to do.

Melody: Oh ghost writing. That sounds interesting indeed. We must talk more about that. But for now, where else can readers and fans find you online?

Facebook   Twitter   blog    Amazon author page

Thanks for stopping by today Folks. I'd like to wish you all a happy and festive holiday as we count down to the New Year. Remember to stay safe this year and find designated drivers. I hear Matt is off duty on New Years Eve.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Christmas Eve anitcs on #Wipitup

Greetings Everyone and Merry Christmas to all.
As most of you know and for those that don't I've taken a bit of a pause from sharing my current Wip, Emilia, but I really wanted to have something to share with you all for Christmas. So I've decided to create a naughty little holiday poem that I hope you all enjoy.

A poem, Melody. That's it, just a poem?

What's wrong with a poem, annoying yellow inner-voice? I have always enjoyed reading and writing poetry. I mean I don't have any of my poetry published or anything, but... 
Wait a minute... why am I even explaining this to you, your just an annoying yellow inner-voice. I hope you enjoy the poem folks.  

Twas the night before Christmas at Melody's house.
She's invited some friends and said 'bring your spouse'.
With black silky stockings all hung with care,
she stood back and smiled at the warmth in the air.

In the heart of the kitchen came wondrous smells,
sure to make everyone's taste-buds swell.
Red and white candies and cookies galore,
a roast holiday duck soon at the fore.

She pulled out the bubbly and glasses did fill,
hoping that this year no one would spill.
Seated for dinner, everyone ate,
some of them taking an extra plate.

With bellies full and spirits abound,
all moved to the great room for soft holiday sounds.
Jim sat by Sara and Molly by Joe,
while Melody started her naughty Christmas Eve show.

Out of her bedroom came a steaming hot stud,
and secretly Mel's nipples started to bud.
In nothing more than a pair of ripped jeans,
the ladies anticipation started to steam.

"Over my lap, Melody," the hot stud did say.
Cheeks a blushing, Mel made her way.
Her short skirt soon lifted and bare cheeks reveled,
Melody's spanking wish was soon to be sealed. 

"Twelve, I'm thinking," said the stud with a smile,
"I think you'll all find this so very worthwhile."
 He picked up two paddles, one red, one green,
and started to spank her cheeks, so pristine. 

"Ohhh," she blurted when red left it's mark,
"Ahhh," she called, swearing green made a spark. 
A full dozen strokes were laid down with care, 
Melody's hot bottom heating the air. 

"You took that so well, little Melody dear,
your bottom so cute, wearing holiday cheer." 
Melody blushed as she sat on his lap, carefully
adjusting her Santa Clause cap. 

"Thank you all for coming," she said, rubbing a cheek,
trying to stand on legs far to weak. 
"Oh," she cried falling back in his arms. 
"I've got you, baby, no need for alarm."

Melody moaned as he kissed her, blushing head to toe.
Wasn't it time her friends hit the road?
"Thank you all for coming," she said, her voice low,
"But I have other business, you should probably go."

A knowing smile on each of their face's, 
her friends all left going to their own places. 
Each of them stirred by the sights they did see, 
each girl wondering 'could that be me?' 

Sara said prays before going to sleep,
dreaming of spankings on her own little, white cheeks. 
Molly did too, asking Santa for a paddle, 
and spanking horse, complete with a saddle. 

Melody smiled before falling asleep,
to spent to utter so much as a peep. 
A silent pray went through her mind,
that her friends get spankings of the very same kind.

Hmft! That really wasn't to bad, Mel. 

So glad I have your approval annoying yellow inner-voice. ~rolls my eyes~ 

Thanks for stopping Everyone. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Guest Post with Megan Michaels- Finding Submission

Hi Everyone. I'm here with Megan Michaels today. She's going to be sharing a really hot scene from her latest release, Finding Submission. But before we get to the naughty scene, I thought it'd be fun to ask her a few questions that I know myself and readers alike will all enjoy.

Don't forget my question, Melody. You did ask her, didn't  you? 

Go stand in the corner Annoying yellow inner-voice. You promised not to interrupt me today, didn't you? 

But, Mel... I just--

Now, Annoying yellow inner-voice, or I'll kindly ask Megan to send Preston after you with the paddle.

Yes, Melody... sorry. 

Sheesh! Sorry about that Megan. I don't know what's gotten into Yellow lately. Maybe eating those 2 dozen Christmas cookies while I was out the other day is still having some residual side effects. 
Anyway... now that Yellow's tucked away in the corner, please have a seat Megan. I'd offer you some home baked holiday cookies, but, well... you know. 

Megan: Thanks, Melody. I'm not worried about the cookies. I've been doing a lot of baking myself lately. We have tons of Christmas cookies. 

Melody: Oh how nice. Did you bring any to share? ~Smirks~ 
Just kidding Megan, let's move on to some of those questions I have rolling around in my head. What made you decide you wanted to become a writer? 

Megan: Well, I didn’t really decide. It just happened. I had been friends with authors for a couple years, and I decided to write a sexy story for Natasha—just as friends. She loved it, encouraged me to add another 10K, and then introduced me to James Johnson, at SNP. The rest is history as they say.

Melody: I'm really glad Natasha Knight found your hidden talent and encouraged you to share your sexy imagination with the world. You write some steamy, hot erotic romance. Given the nature of naughtiness in your stories, where do sit down to write? 

Megan: I write in my living-room, amidst the chaos of my two grown children, husband, and three dogs. Usually my two Chihuahuas are next to me while I write on my laptop.

Melody: I envy that about you, Megan. I need a room all to myself before those creative juices start flowing. I worry that I'll be right in the middle of a hot sex scene and someone will peek over my shoulder and ask me what I'm writing. I bet your doggies are adorable. I've got a couple of small dogs myself. They make great foot warmers while I write.
What's the best piece of advice you've gotten so far in your writing career? 

Megan: 1.) Write what turns your crank. If it turns you on, it’ll turn someone else on.  
2.) No one can steal an idea from you. Everything that can be written, has been written already;  but no one has seen YOUR version.

Melody: I'm giggling at #1. There you are-- in your living-room-- your fingers are flying, your heartbeat is galloping as you envision the hot scene of your characters in your head and one of your kids comes up to you... "Hey,Mom..." 
Ha-ha! Remember when that happened to you, Mel?
Shut up, Yellow, no one said you could talk.
I'll butt out if you ask Megan my question. ☺
Oh my god!  An ultimatum? Really, Yellow? I hope you're happy sleeping in the dungeon for the rest of the week. 
Let's get Yellow's silly question out of the way so we can finish our chat in peace, shall we.

Annoying yellow inner-voice: You’re in line waiting to pay for a purchase at a local department store, the person ahead of you who only had two items can’t get their credit card to work and you’re getting annoyed. What do you do? 
A. Go to a different cashier
B. Wait it out because someday this could happen to you?
C. State your annoyance and proclaim you deserve a discount for your inconvenience.

Megan: Oh, I totally go to the next line. ☺

Melody: That's what I normally do too, but there was this one time at JC-Pennys, which I am sure is what prompted Yellow to ask such a question, but I'm not about to relay that story and Yellow knows why. ~Glares at Yellow~ 
Back to you, Megan. Do you do anything special for yourself after you finish a book? 

Megan: Always. I usually go out for a steak dinner with my husband. Then when the book hits Amazon, we go out for all you can eat sushi!

Melody: Oh, the steak dinner sounds lovely. I'm conflicted about sushi though. The thought of it being wrapped in seaweed disturbs me and that it's raw. ~shudders~ 
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?

Megan: Well, I try to write about 5K a week, plus working. But it seems after I finish a book, I take a couple weeks off. Not smart, but I’m lucky if I get 2-3K a week during that time frame. And so far, with every book, I have one or two weekends that are 10K weekends to finish with a bang!

Melody: I think it's great you set goals. And I understand taking a little time after finishing a hot new novel to relax and let that next story start brewing in the imagination. When you mention finishing with a bang, do you mean.... errr... nevermind, I won't go there. ~giggles~ 
Have you ever not finished a story? If so, please explain.

Megan: I have a 35K book that I haven’t finished yet. It was the second book I started, and it’s a little controversial, so I stopped. I think I may self publish it at some point. It’s a book about cutting, and incorporates a form of “therapeutic spanking.” I have had reader interest in this book, just no publisher interest. So, at some point, I think self-publishing will be how it is done.

Melody: I think it's wonderful that your trying out the self publishing industry as well as placing some of your titles with a publisher. As for the story about cutting. I really get into stories like that. I know they're a little on the darker side of things and that kind of worries publishers, but I really enjoy them. Now that you've got a little experience with publishing yourself, I hope you finish this one, because you've got my curiosity all revved up and raring to read it. 
Let's not get to far ahead though. I'm biting at the bit here about the excerpt you promised to share from 'Finding Submission'. I know you've shared tiny teasers from this story on some of the blog-hops, but I want more. You did promise a really HOT scene... what do you have for us, Megan.

Megan: I have a steamy sex scene with Preston and Avery in the Play Room.

  Preston went around to the front of the horse to wipe her face, caressing her cheek. “You did so well, girlie. I’m sure you’ll respect boundaries and orders after this.”
Thumb stroking her chin, he kissed her on the forehead, moving back to the rear of the horse to rub her bottom and back, soothing and calming her.
Looking between her legs, he was shocked when he found that her juices had started to seep down the horse. He whistled softly. “Avery Rose, your pussy has been dripping down the side of the horse.”
“Oh. God,” she groaned, the mortification in her voice making him smile. “K-kill me now, please.”
“Oh, sweetie. You have no idea what this does to a man. I can’t remember the last time my cock was this hard.” Preston slid his fingers into her channel, pressing his thumb against her anus. She wiggled at the insistence of that thumb, but her body betrayed its true desires, clenching his fingers firmly. “Your pussy being wet like this has me so turned on. And sweetheart, believe me when I say your embarrassment about that little fact is absolutely adorable, and makes me want to conquer you all the more.”
Preston worked his fingers into her channel further, and stroking her clit, he leaned forward, pressing kisses to her back. Without the restraints on, she was able to move freely, grinding her clit into the edge of the horse as Preston continued to thrust rhythmically into her.
“God, Avery, you’re so damn responsive. I just can’t get over it. Sweetheart, I don’t want you coming until I give you permission though.”
“What? Are ya kidding? I don’t think I can… hold back, Preston.”
“You better. Your little ass is too red for me to punish it again. I don’t think you want that.”
Avery stilled under his hand, and he chuckled. He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. God, how he loved to get into a woman’s mind. There was nothing sweeter than watching a woman struggle with both her submissive desires, and her need to be independent. She enjoyed his attentions and words of affirmation too much to disobey — he was sure of it.
But he was equally sure she was also fighting the need to tell him to fuck off.
“Answer me, Avery. You will not come without permission. I need to hear a ‘Yes, Sir’ from you.”
He stilled his fingers, pinching her bottom harder to get her to answer.
“Mmmmm, ow! Yes, Sir.”
Preston circled her clit with feathery touches and when he inserted his thumb into her bottom, she couldn’t contain the groan or the spasms that shook her body. “What do you want, girlie? I need to hear you say it.”
Avery stiffened, but stayed silent. When he pinched her clit though, she was unable to contain her desire any longer.
“I need you to fuck me. Please, Sir, fuck me.”
“Very nice, girlie. Come whenever you’re ready Avery.”
Preston released his hard shaft and entered her with one thrust, stilling when his cock was fully seated. Avery sucked air through her teeth, the clench of her pussy around him making his eyes roll back. It was going to take some work to not come like a green high school boy. Her juices were warm and soothing around his penis and her hot, soft ass pressing against his groin reminded him again how he had bent her to his will with her submission and surrender.
She had willingly taken her punishment, called him ‘Sir’ and now had asked him to give her release. She was a beautiful and — he was pretty sure — very submissive woman. He would enjoy all that fire when training her. Every inch of her obedience he compelled from her would be a delightful reward.
Slowly rolling his hips against her well spanked ass, he relished the sounds of sex, the scent of her arousal filling the air. “Avery, you smell so good — this whole room smells like your wet pussy. Jesus, fucking you is better than I ever imagined — and I didn’t think that was possible.”
He thrust into her hard and fast then, simply wanting to claim her, possess her. Preston reveled in every mewl, gasp, and groan from her as he fucked her. He reached around, playing with her breasts, fondling her for his own pleasure.
Avery pushed her ass up to meet his thrusts, grabbing onto the pommel horse’s legs to give her leverage, grinding her clit on the edge of the horse. Preston was enthralled, watching her ass clench with each grind, and with his free hand he held her still on the horse, delaying her release, putting his hand on her pussy and raising her up, depriving her of the pleasure her clit found when pressed to the horse.
She would learn that her satisfaction wasn’t by her movements or actions, but by his permission only.
Avery ground faster against the soft leather now moist with her juices, Preston’s balls tingling with his imminent release.
“Avery. Come for me!” He pinched her clit, and thrust hard into her, and when she screamed with her release, her pussy putting a vice hold on his cock, he shouted after her, his seed filling her.

Melody: Jebus, Megan! You've got me squirming in my chair! I knew you were bringing something hot and sexy, but whoaa! The images of her arousal running down the side of the horse and how turned on that makes Preston. We better get the blurb up here and post some buy links. 

Blurb: Preston Harrison is the picture of the gentleman Southern lawyer, as handsome and affable, as he was strict and precise. His ordered professional life suited him and his temperament, not a thing out of place, not an event unplanned. But he was more than a lawyer though -- he was also a Dom, and he made sure his personal life and professional life never intersected. Never that is until his world is turned upside down by one Avery Beauchamp, a stubborn, adorable, and way too sassy pocket Venus.

Being the only daughter of a respected Judge should’ve set Avery up for a life of ease, of privilege. But Avery had a habit of not doing anything she should -- she only did the things she wanted. Marching to the beat of her own (very smart-mouthed) drummer had always served the headstrong girl well… until the day she ran afoul of a little thing called the law.

A strict southern lawyer and a color-outside-the-lines misdemeanor offender should have been like oil and water. But when a Judge’s daughter finds herself on the wrong side of the law, she’s presented with a choice: a fine and possible jail time, or an alternative sentence. Preston -- against his better judgment -- finds himself agreeing to the rather unique sentence for the wayward girl: house arrest for Avery.

There was one problem for Avery though: the house where she would serve her sentence wasn’t hers -- it was Preston’s. Worse, as she learns what working for the strict Preston Harrison really means -- and how deep her own repressed desires might go -- she fears that she might lose more than her freedom to the devastatingly handsome Dom. She might lose her heart too.

Note: This BDSM erotic romance includes the following acts or themes: bare bottom spanking and other corporal punishment, D/s, explicit sexuality, anal play, and BDSM activity including kitty/pet play. If these acts or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy this book.

Crikies! The blurb is as intriguing as the excerpt. Hand over the buy links, woman! 
Pick your flavor folks. Finding Submission can be found at all your major E-tailors and will make a delightful little stocking stuffer. Well maybe more than just a stocking stuffer. ~winks~ Click any of the links below to get your hands Avery and Preston.  
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Melody: What goodies do you have in store for readers in the near future, Megan? 

Megan: I have a deep,intense D/s relationship that borders M/s, and I have started a historical western series. 

Melody: ☺That sounds wonderful, Megan. I can't wait to see where that sultry imagination takes you next. Thanks so much for taking the time to chat with me for a while today. I had loads of fun. 

Megan: Oh, you mean we're done? Just like that and your kicking me out?

Melody: Sorry, Megan, but yes. I like to read my erotica the same way I write it... alone. And now that I have Finding Submission on my kindle, well... you know how it is, right? 

Megan: Ha-ha-ha... I guess I do Mel. I really hope you enjoy the part about--

Melody: Shhh! Don't tell me now, woman! I just bought the book, you'll ruin it for me. 

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