Saturday, August 30, 2014

Sign Up for Summer Spanks!!

It's the unofficial end of summer. But we can still go out with a bang!

End of Summer Spanks September 5-7, 2014!!






Blog Hop Sign Ups!

Open to everyone in the spanking community!
It’s the end of summer which means, either last chance for a summer fling, or back to school.   Each participating blog will create a post based on the summer or back to school spanking theme. This can include a short story, poem, graphics/artwork, or any other creative avenue that you specialize in. Tell us a funny story, share an experience, it can be anything you dream of as long as it’s good clean spanking fun! No explicit nudity please. Bare bottoms are, of course, welcome!
We have some wonderful Grand Prizes & more rolling in every day!
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  1. Sign up by entering the linky list below (create a draft of your blog hop post & enter the url to the post you created into the sign up)
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  4. Have your post up by 12:01 am EST on September 5th
  5. All contest winners should be announced on Monday, September 8th
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Friday, August 29, 2014

Commanding Her Body- Saturday Spankings


It's that time again for Saturday Spankings. Hopefully we have exorcised all the poltergeists and my link is actually working the first time.

We can call it a Saturday Spankings miracle :)

Today I have a little more from Call Me Yours. It's on sale as we speak, so go buy a copy. I'll wait.

Okay, well if you just bought your own copy I guess you don't need to read this, but I will share anyway.

In this scene Caitlin is not sure whether or not she should be taking Simon seriously. I mean, she does call him Serious Simon, but he seems to be teasing her, right? Or maybe not?


"I thought you were specifically told that you were not to wear underwear until further notice?"

She gave an unsure laugh, "You were serious?"

"Deadly," he answered.

Her pulse picked up and she felt the familiar wetness seep between her thighs, how could he command her body with just a few words?
She laughed again, covering her nervousness, "I thought you were kidding."

"Nope, not kidding," he continued. "So I think you need to take these pants off now," he added as he peeled her pants the rest of the way to the floor.


She squealed as he turned her around and gave her ass a hard slap.



Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Spanking Round Table- The Evolution of a Writer



Welcome back to another addition of The Round Table Discussion- Spanking Hot Topics hosted by Spanking Romance Reviews.

Cara Bristol came up with this topic and I thought it was interesting. How have your spanking stories evolved since you began writing?

The funny thing is I don't even think I would have been able to answer this question a few months ago. I am still sort of a newbie at writing. My one year publishing anniversary was this past April, but I have been writing spanking stories in my head since... well, forever.

There was one distinct difference when I sat down and thought about it. In my head my stories run wild. They just happen. When I sit down and write, especially something I know will be published, I feel like I need to justify it. I need to have good reasons. I need to make the reader convinced that this should be happening. I want to be liked!!!

That is until recently...

I remember writing my first spanking story. I had read a lot of them, but really, I had no idea what I was doing. It turned out novel length. I wrote it with passion and heart. I also had no idea what the hell I was talking about. I really hadn't even been spanked at that point. I was talking to one of my other author friends about how you can tell in someone's writing if they have never really been spanked because the spankings seem kind of wimpy. And I am sure that is what all the spankings seem like in this first book I wrote, I am a little embarrassed by it (I am not even mentioning the name of it, as if this thing called the internet and google do not exist).

The spankings weren't even the hardest things to write. Oh God, the sex scenes. I sat in a darkened room with my laptop blushing furiously as I tried to think of racier words for penis and vagina.

Today? I wrote an enema punishment scene while my husband watched sports highlights on the television four feet behind me. Yep, this is my life now.

I never thought I would write anything like that. How dirty! How inappropriate! People will surely be outraged!

Chances are they won't be, but that is how I used to think.

Even up until a few months ago I felt like I needed to justify every spanking. I needed to explain to my dear readers why these characters were engaging in this. I needed them to know that my heroines were still strong women with brains and feminist values, even while submitting to the men they loved.

I would almost drive myself crazy with the back and forth. And then I just decided to write. Not justify. Hey, you're already reading it, you can justify it to yourself.

In fact, I had two author friends- whom I love- both tell me that the hero in my most recent book is kind of mean at one point. He redeems himself mind you, but he is sort of mean in the beginning. Something like that would have torn me up and I would have rewritten it before, but this time I just let him be mean. Because you know what? Not everyone is nice 100% of the time in real life. 

Sometimes a girl likes to get kinky. Sometimes she wants to be spanked and put in her place. Sometimes she wants her will bent by the alpha male she's involved with. I don't think anyone should justify that. It just is.

This is how I believe I have changed in the last year and couple months. I have stopped apologizing for what I find hot. If I find it hot someone else will too, and they won't need a justification.

Cara posed a lot of awesome questions and I think I answered most of them above.

I have a question for you readers, and authors (because you all read too): What do you like in a spanking romance, do you need a little justification for the spankings going on? A clarification on the relationship dynamic, or is it okay if it just happens?

Thanks for stopping by! Make sure you visit all the other Round Table posts today!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Talking Her Way Out of a Spanking-- Call Me Yours


And here we are again! It's Wednesday which means it's WIP It Up Day!!

Again, I am not sharing a snippet for a WIP... I am having words with my current WIP so let's not go there. Instead let's take a look at a scene from a book that was once a WIP but is no longer, it has sprouted it's wings and blossomed into a full fledged novella :)

Call Me Yours is the story of two people falling in love, with a little phone sex and spankings thrown in. Oh, and regular sex too, it's not just all on the phone!

At this point in the story Simon was upset with something Caitlin had hid from him and he had promised retribution... in the form of a spanking. He also already decreed that she could not wear panties until further notice, she is not okay with either of these things.

She reached into a laundry basket, that she assumed were clean clothes, and rustled through until she found a pair of underwear. She was about to slip them on when Simon grabbed her wrist.

"Absolutely not, I was serious about what I said," he told her.

"What?" she asked, and looked back at him in shock. "You cannot be serious. You can't tell me that I'm not allowed to wear underwear."

"I'm pretty sure I can," he answered, with a look so smug she wanted to smack it right off his face. He tugged on her arm and pulled her into the bed beside him.

"What do you supposed you'll accomplish with that?" she wondered out loud.

"For one, it wouldn't kill you to learn how to follow directions, even if it is something as meaningless as your underwear."

She pulled her wrist from his grasp and folded her arms. Meaningless to him maybe, but going commando could prove to be an uncomfortable addition to her day to day life.

"And secondly, I sort of like knowing that you'll be readily available to me, whenever I want," he wiggled his eyebrows at her and leaned his head in.

She pushed him away, still annoyed at him telling her what to do, and worried about this apparent spanking, "I told you, I'm tired."

"Alright then," he said, pulling the covers back and guiding her under them. "We'll just go to sleep."

She tried to get comfortable as he wrapped his arms around her and spooned her from behind, but where as other nights she found his presence comforting, tonight it felt suffocating.

As she let out a sigh and rotated her pillow again, punching it to redistribute the stuffing, Simon propped up on his elbow and looked at her.

"So, you being so tired had nothing to do with my earlier warning that I was going to spank you, right?"

"Hmm?" she feigned innocence. "Oh, I had completely forgotten about that."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess the sunshine and the alcohol and good time took a toll on me. I'm just so tired, and forgot you had even said that."

Simon's eyes never left her face, there was a streetlight outside her window, lighting her room enough that they could clearly make out each other's features.

"You're a terrible liar," he told her, and then kissed the tip of her nose.

She let out a hrumph and flopped back onto her pillow.


Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Given to the Savage- Natasha Knight Visits!

I got Natasha Knight to come over and play! She brought an excerpt with her, too! Take it away, Natasha: 


Hi Casey, thanks for having me today with my new release, Given to theSavage. I was looking through my book and wondering what to share with you. Of course, my first thought was, it's Casey, I'll do an anal scene…but then, I was chatting with my friend Addy this morning and she mentioned how much she liked the waterfall scene, and so here I am with a piece form that scene. It's sort of sweet, this scene. There are a lot of harder moments in this book so this experience was special for Silas and Rowan. Silas has brought her to a fall on their way to his settlement. They're just starting to get to know each other and Rowan's never been in water before…

* * * *

Come,” he said from some steps away.
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can stand there.”
Come, I’ll hold you.”
Fear battled desire and he knew which would win just from the look in her eyes. She smiled up at him and he could imagine her thinking, see her wanting and his own smile widened as he held his arms up to her as he would to a child.
Come, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Like an anxious child, she nodded her head and reached out as if to grab something before closing her eyes and just jumping straight forward. Her head went under but he caught her around the waist easily and lifted her up. Rowan coughed then wiped the water from her face before putting her hands on his shoulders. They were only inches apart. She was beautiful, he already knew that, but in her eyes was something else too, something innocent and almost trusting. Her smile widened then and she slapped the water’s surface, splashing water all around them.
Ha!” she laughed, doing it again.
Silas let go with one hand to wipe his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh along with her.
I want to swim like you did,” she said.
All right,” he said, and without warning, turned onto his back and pulled her along with him to the opposite end of the lake then back again. She gripped his arm hard but he could hear her laughter. “Just relax and lie still, look up at the sky, and breathe through your mouth. We’ll float.”
She panicked though when he let her go and reached for his arm, almost going under before he could catch her.
Don’t let me go! I’ll drown!”
You’ll float, lie back. Come on, relax, Hellcat.”
Don’t call me that!” she said, turning to lie back. He could see that she wanted this, she wanted it badly, and her sense of adventure was greater than her fear.
That’s it. I’m going to hold your hand now. Don’t panic, I won’t leave your side, I promise.”
Ok,” she said, not daring to turn her head now that she was on her back. He could see her breath coming fast and knew she wasn’t relaxed, but that would come. He took her hand and kicked a little. She was a quick study, mimicking his movements so that in no time, she had relaxed enough to look at him while they played.
You’ve got it. If you’re ever in water and panic, just turn onto your back and breathe. Keep your belly up out of the water and keep it full of air and you’ll float, understand?”
Yes.”
Want to go under the fall?” he asked.
He only needed a nod from her to take her. He was a strong swimmer and she was a good student. She trusted him to keep her safe, at least at the moment. Darker thoughts assaulted Silas but he pushed them away. There was enough time for that, now was the time to enjoy and to watch her enjoy.
She screamed loudly once the water splashed on her head but he could see on her face that she was laughing. He held onto her, the force of the fall too strong for her to float here. She put her hands on his shoulders and he pulled her closer until her body pressed against his. Her smile was gone then, replaced by something else, something no longer carefree or childlike. He swam them a little farther back, out of the direct fall of the water and there, pushed some of the hair out of her face, and touched her lips with his thumb.
You’re very beautiful,” he said, wondering if she could hear him over the water.
She smiled and dropped her gaze.
No, don’t do that. Your eyes, I want to see them.”
They’re ugly,” she said, averting them, pushing back against his chest. “Scary.”
He hugged her tighter. “Not scary or ugly. Different. Beautiful.”



* * Blurb * *
In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?

Publisher’s Note: Given to the Savage is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



Monday, August 25, 2014

The Way I Like It


I feel like this accurately sums me up. I mean who really likes to be told what to do? I know I don't.

But kinky fun is a whole different story.

Over the last year or so I have been exploring more and more what makes me tick. I've been writing the spanking romance and have had numerous conversations with Mr. McKay about domestic discipline relationships, dominant/submissive relationships-- all this stuff, trying to figure out where we fit in.

He usually just lets me talk and tries his best to look interested. He will weigh in with his opinion, but most of the time will let me talk myself around in a circle and then we go about doing the same things we were always doing. Which is fine, it works for us.

The one thing that I have been emphasizing though is that I really do like to be dominated. I got a raised eyebrow from my husband at this statement. He is probably thinking back on the many, many times when he has tried to tell me what to do and he got a very pissed off woman on his hands for his effort.

So then I clarified. Being dominated turns me on. If we are fooling around, I tell him, don't hesitate to take charge, I like it.

You know what? He listened. It's been nice.

Then once in a while I have one of these "Be careful what you wish for" moments, where I am like- Why the hell did I have to tell him that?

This was one of those moments:

A few weeks ago I had everything happen at once: I was trying to finish a book (a self-imposed deadline, but it felt important), I was coming up on my first real roller derby bout, and my mother ended up in the hospital. 

All three of these things combined and I was barely sleeping. I was holding it together, but the one who got to pick me up when I couldn't keep it together anymore was my partner in crime. And he took it all in stride. He was more patient when I snapped, he was more understanding when I cried, and he tried his best to get me to take care of myself.

The only thing is when you are trying to get someone to take care of themself you are telling them what to do. And sometimes that is not always well received.

Towards the end of this hellish week, I was exhausted. But I got it into my head that we needed to have sex. The only thing that would make me feel better was making sure we were still doing what we like to do.

It was late, I was tired, but I was gung-ho with my plan. 

I suggested some sexy fun, and was promptly told that I should get some sleep instead. We would have time tomorrow. 

That sounded a hell of a lot like someone telling me what to do. 

So I stripped off my clothes and stood in front of him in my matching blue and black lace bra and thong.

He looks me over appreciatively: "Were you wearing that all day?"

"Yup," I say and give him a little shake. I want this to happen and now it feels like it's something I want to win.

"Nice," he says. But then reclines back in the bed and continues perusing the channels on the TV.

For real, dude?

I climb up on the bed next to him and nonchalantly brush up his side.

He gives me a sideways glance, "Oh, so this is happening now?" He's not annoyed, more amused, but looks slightly exasperated.

He follows up with, "I thought I was in charge?"

Hmm, well, he's got me there. I was the one who said that right? But I never thought it would be used against me.

I blink back at him. Should I just give in and go to sleep as requested, or do I push a little?

He makes up my mind for me and presses me into the bed, delving his fingers past my panties. He slips my bra off and laves my nipple with his tongue.

I reach over to the top of his shorts, wanting to return the favor. He pushes my hand away, "No, I'm good. This is about you."

Um, what? I try again and get the same response. I get annoyed and try to push his hands away from me.

He grips me with the hand that is in my panties and just says, "Don't."

I drop my hands.

Just one word coupled with his hand tightening over me and I am a puddle of mush.

He moves on, rewarding me with multiple orgasms. It didn't take me long to get over the one-sideness of it. I felt awkward at first that he wasn't letting me do anything in return, but once I gave in and really let him take over I felt more relaxed.

I think it was the best night of sleep I had all week. I woke up feeling re-energized and relaxed and ready to take on the world.

Don't worry, we did have a part two the next night. And I showed him just how thankful I was that he likes to take care of me. 

Even if I yell at him sometimes when he tells me I should eat something before practice...

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Everyday Dominance- Saturday Spankings #satspanks


Welcome for some Saturday Spankings! Today I am offering a little snippet from my hot, new release Call Me Yours-- available now at all kinds of retailers!

In this scene Caitlin and Simon have just started up something. It's at that weird point where you don't know how to label it, and you're still getting used to the other person and all their personality quirks- like them being a dominant, alpha male.

Simon may have just tipped his hand, but Caitlin isn't about to lie back and take it.


"I should have waited for you, I could have given you a ride."


She smiled, trying not to show the exhaustion on her face from having walked six blocks in unsteady heels. "Nah, I'm fine."

"I don't know if I like you out walking alone in the dark." His hold on her elbow was firm, and his other hand found a spot on the small of her back.

She lifted her eyebrows at his statement. "I didn't know you were in the business of deciding where I can walk alone."


His mouth twisted and she had the distinct feeling he was biting his tongue. She watched as he schooled his frustrated facade into a pleasant smile. "I'll drive you home, wait for me."



Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

Buy It Now:


Make sure you check out all the other Saturday Spankings offerings. Thanks for stopping by!


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Phone Sex and the Neanderthal

I'm sharing a shorter excerpt from Call Me Yours today than I have been sharing, but I wanted you to get to know Caitlin and Simon a little better. They aren't always having sex all the time. 

At this point Caitlin is realizing she might be in a little over her head with this alpha male. She's just dropped the bomb that she wants to pursue a career in the phone sex biz, Simon is not so eager about the prospect.



"What are you talking about?" Simon asked Caitlin.

"Phone sex," she responded. "I'm good at it, right? Liz knows some girl who does it and makes tons of money."

"No." Simon shook his head as he unlocked his car.

Caitlin stopped walking and looked up at him. "What?"

"I said, no. You aren't doing that," he said. He opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get in. "Come on, let's get you home."

She remained where she stood and folded her arms, "I don't believe I was asking your permission."

"You wouldn't like doing it. I'm just saying, it would probably make you uncomfortable. Come down to the bar tomorrow, I'll show you around and we can figure out some shifts for you."

She shook her head, "How is flaunting my cleavage and getting guys drunk so they'll tip me any different?"

"Who said anything about flaunting your cleavage?" Simon began to raise his voice.

"That's how waitresses get tips!" she shouted at him.

"Says who?" he yelled back.

They were interrupted by Amanda flinging her arms around Caitlin. "Gotta go, Ben says it's time to leave."

Caitlin said goodbye to her friend and waved to Ben. She reluctantly got into Simon's car and refolded her arms across her chest.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Simon asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, until some Neanderthal thought he could tell me how to live my life," she bit out.

Simon sighed, "I'm not telling you how to live your life. But if you need some cash then working as a waitress is a lot better than whoring yourself out."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She was too tired to fight with him, she didn't agree, but she knew this conversation was going nowhere. She had plenty of practice from living a life with her father to know when a pig headed man would not be swayed.

"Keep it up," he warned.

Caitlin's body responded to the edge in his tone. "Keep what up?"

"If you're trying to push my buttons, you're succeeding."


The drive was mercifully quick and Simon leaned over, giving her a heated kiss before he exited the car. He was high handed and a know-it-all to boot, why the hell did she find that so sexy?


Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?  

Buy it today!


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Center of His Universe-- Call Me Yours, Out TODAY!


It's out! It's out! Call Me Yours, Available NOW!!! (Can you tell I am excited?)

It is no longer a WIP since it is now published, but it was once a WIP and that still counts, yes?

This is the end of the scene I shared the beginning of on Monday and the middle of yesterday. You can go catch up if you want.



The dance between his fingers and mouth over her sensitive areas sent her wriggling. She gyrated her hips and moaned.

"Simon," she panted and wove a hand through his hair, needing to touch him, trying to convey the sheer pleasure he was bringing her.

His teeth scraped against her clit and she cried out in surprise, then it was back to tongue and lips. So soft in comparison, his fingers worked inside of her, expertly playing her.

She cried as she fell over the edge. No longer self conscious about the angle he viewed of her body; no more worrying that he was not enjoying himself as much as she. All thoughts fled her mind as pleasure rushed in. There was nothing else. No couch beneath her, no empty pizza box on the table in front of them, no television flickering in the background. It was just Simon, giving her what she needed, making her the center of his universe for one tiny moment in time.

Sweat beaded on her skin and she gulped in much needed air.

He withdrew his fingers and rested his chin on her naked belly, true to his word he watched her face as she came.

She looked down at him, not knowing what to say. "Thank you," was the first thing that came out.

He smiled at her. "No need to thank me, I've been wanting to do that for three months."

She blushed to her roots. She had been avoiding him, thinking he hated her, what had she been missing out on?

"Oh," she lamely answered, and then barely stifled a yawn.

"It's late, let's get you home." He stood, but leaned over to kiss her mouth before pulling her to stand and helping her get dressed.

She could taste the salty tang of her own sex on his lips.


Caitlin covered her face with her hands. What had she just done?



Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?  

Buy it today!

Make sure you visit all the other WIP selections today- thanks for stopping by!

Oral Sex on Serious Simon's Couch-- Excerpt from Call Me Yours

I'm releasing another teaser from my impending release Call Me Yours. It will be available on Amazon tomorrow, so watch for it!

I like a man in charge. Mr. McKay can be a bossy alpha male occasionally in our daily life, but anytime we got into the bedroom he would wait for me to call the shots. Sweet, yes, but not what I want. So I told him to be a little more dominant. Do you know what? He listened.

Now I feel like I have a case of "Be Careful What You Wish For"- not that it is unpleasant. I am just caught off guard every single time. Sometimes I get annoyed and then I have to remind myself that I asked him to be in charge. Right, seemed like a good idea at the time!

Caitlin is having a similar struggle in making herself relax and letting Simon take over.

This picks up where yesterday left off. Simon is keeping full control on the make out session in progress. Caitlin keeps trying to direct where things are going, but he is having none of that.


He gave an appreciative sound, "Beautiful," he murmured, before his head dipped back down to her breast.

She tried in earnest to rub against his lap again, earning herself a sharp slap on the thigh. She jerked her head up, expecting him to stop and perhaps give her a censuring look, but he just dug his fingers into her hip, keeping her in place.

When he had thoroughly tortured one nipple, he moved to the other, her cries became louder. She needed a little more attention in other regions of her body, but the temptation to ask got caught in her throat.

As if reading her mind, he moved their positions and laid her back on the couch beneath him.

He knelt on the cushion between her outspread thighs and worked the button of her jeans. He slid the zipper down slowly; arousal dilating his pupils.

Caitlin shimmied her hips to assist him in peeling her jeans off; he took her panties with them, then stood beside the couch and pulled the jeans down the length of her legs. He discarded them on the floor and then dropped beside her, his hands skimming up her naked legs, his lips followed in hot pursuit.

She giggled and shivered, lying naked on his sofa— leaving her feeling open and vulnerable. He covered her with his body. The denim of his pants rough against her bare skin. He took her mouth again and she let her hands wander down to his fly.

"No," he whispered against her lips. He caught her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head.

She laid back and enjoyed his touch, he had imprisoned her hands so she had no other choice.

He let go of her wrists as he kissed down her body, but she kept them above her head, digging them into the arm of the couch.

His lips found her inner thigh and she tensed, but he gently nudged her legs apart, settling himself between them. He caught her eye and kept his gaze on her as he lowered his head between her legs.

She blew out a breath, forcing herself to relax. It was not that she didn't want to do this, she just never did things like this. How did pizza and beer become oral sex on Serious Simon's couch?

She screwed her eyes shut, trying to focus on his hands and mouth on her body, but thoughts barraged her mind.

"Hey," Simon whispered. His hands still rubbed light circles on her thighs, but he had lifted his head.

She opened her eyes and looked back at him.

"Look at me, I want to see your face when you come," he directed.

"Oh, I don't know if I'll-"

He cut her words off with a shush and his thumb came over her sensitive nub.

She shivered.

"Eyes on me," he said and quirked an eyebrow at her.

She nodded in response, her words lost for the time being.

He lowered his mouth back down to her waiting pussy. His touch so light she was trying to shift her hips up at him, but his one hand still held her firmly down.

His tongue flicked over her clit and then one finger slipped tentatively inside of her. It wasn't enough and she gave a frustrated moan.

Simon's eyes flicked down to his fingers, he added a second one inside of her, and then curled them, effectively hitting the sweet spot on her front wall.

She jerked at the movement, but it was not unpleasant. He looked back up at her, giving her an almost wolfish grin before bringing his mouth over her clit.

Call Me Yours Will Be Available for Sale Tomorrow! 8/20


Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.


Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?