Our Favorite Books!

I read. A lot. 

Sometimes I'll read a book and it will stay with me. Those are always the best. I'll recommend it to a friend, or re-read it, even if it's just a scene.

Or I will still be thinking about parts of it weeks or even months after I am done with it. Be it an engaging story line, witty dialogue, or characters I wish I knew in real life—sometimes certain books stick with you.

The end of the year is coming and there are a lot of year-end favorites lists being made. 

Spanking Romance Reviews is doing a "Best of 2015" for all books that fall into the spanking romance category (I think the criteria is it has to have some spanking and it has to be a romance—and it should be from 2015).

The nomination round is open until January 16th and there are a lot of categories! So you can nominate all of your favorite books from the year. You know, those books you just couldn't let go of even after you reached the words "The End".

Go back through your Kindle and refresh your memory. Who was your favorite book boyfriend this year? Was there a sci-fi romance you just cannot get out of your mind?

Click on the form and try to nominate something for each category (or just fill in the ones you can).

Nominate Here

Make sure you go back over to Spanking Romance Reviews after January 18th so you can vote for your choices! (And if you're anything like me, you'll end up with twenty more books you'll want to read.)

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Christmas Movies to Chillax With

I love Christmas and I love watching Christmas movies. I know some people who will watch Christmas movies any time of the year, but I personally don't like to. They don't elicit the same feelings for me when not around the holidays.

Someone recently asked me my top 5 favorite Christmas movies. Believe it or not it was hard to narrow down!

In no particular order (because sometimes it's by my mood and not just which movie is better) here are my Top 5 favorite Christmas movies.



Die Hard

It's Christmas Eve, which automatically just makes it a Christmas movie. Besides, it's Bruce Willis just being a total badass. It gives me all the feels and really does get me more into the holiday spirit. Sometimes you are not in a "It's a Wonderful Life" kind of mood. Sometimes you just need to see John McClane in a bloodied tank top trying to save his wife's life.

Elf

The thing is, this is still a "new" Christmas movie to me. Even though it came out in 2003. Technically I was an adult (I was still in college and still lived at home- but technically an adult). I didn't want to like this movie. I saw Will Ferrell starring in it in that ridiculous get up and it pissed me off. He was mocking my favorite holiday! Only, it turns out, Elf is not mocking Christmas at all, it's shedding light on how cynical and commercialized we have all become about the holidays. I watch this every year and it never fails to get me in the spirit.  (Plus it has Zooey Deschanel as a blonde, which is super weird)

Love Actually

Love Actually is one of those movies that tears me down to eventually build me back up. I can't watch this movie if I am already feeling emotional. Or, if I feel like I need a good cry, then it's therapeutic. But it does mix enough humor and quirkiness with the sad, that's why I love it. And also, Christmas! I know you have all seen it, so really, enough said.

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

This almost didn't make it in the top 5. And I will admit I don't really watch it every year because it is one of those movies that you can get sick of. But we recently watched it again and I still laughed pretty hard at parts. I think it holds up over time. It's a good movie to wrap presents to because you don't have to really pay attention to it.

The Shop Around the Corner

Did you know You've Got Mail is based on this movie? If you're nerdy and into movies (like me) you might have known that.  I love old movies and ever since I watched this one in high school, I end up watching it every Christmas season. Jimmy Stewart and Margaret Sullavan work in a leather goods shop together, they don't like each other and always end up arguing. They also don't realize they are each other's respective pen pals. It gets a little schmaltzy at the end, but I like that kind of thing. It's also not just about the two main characters, but the people they work with in the shop.

I just recorded this over the weekend and can't wait to watch it again! Mr. McKay says he wants to watch it with me.

These aren't the only Christmas movies I like, just my top 5. Of course there are runners up!

What's your favorite Christmas movie?

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The Man Who Wouldn't Spank and His Christmas Elf

I've had off from the day job this week so Mr. McKay and I have gotten to spend a lot of time together. It's been great. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

I'm sure he has too. Although, don't ask him while I am in the middle of blaring Christmas music and decking the halls. He quietly sticks his ear buds in and goes back to hunching over his laptop while I belt out Christmas carols and take pictures of the cats getting into the Christmas decorations.

Just an average day in our house.

Mr. McKay is a self-proclaimed Grinch. Although, I will let you in on a secret. I don't think he is very grinch-y at all. 

His reasons are:

He hates Christmas music (to be honest, I don't blame him on this, and he is pretty picky about his music selections in general).

He hates when stores put Christmas stuff out too early.

He hates the commercialization of the holiday.

He doesn't want anything for Christmas.

I can counter all of these reasons (he doesn't listen to me though). The actual Grinch wanted ALL of the presents. He robbed Who-ville of all of their Christmas things, so not wanting gifts actually does not make you a grinch (it makes it annoying for your wife who is still trying to find something to buy you, but it doesn't make you a grinch).

Getting annoyed about the commercialization of the holiday? I think that makes you even more the opposite of a grinch. Yes, Christmas decorations popping up in stores around the end of August kind of ruins the season for me too. It shouldn't be forced upon us too early, that's just overkill.

Before we were married, one of the first Christmases we spent together, we were literally scraping together change from the cup holders in the car to buy presents for our families. We went to a discount store the week before Christmas and they had a Toys for Tots donation box. It was Mr. McKay's idea to buy two toys to put in the box, even though we were already on a limited budget and had numerous gifts to buy. We both picked out a toy and dropped them in the box on our way out.

That's not very grinch-like.

One year we were so short on cash and we were both working multiple jobs, I declared I wasn't putting up a tree. I was too tired and my heart wasn't in it. I came home one day to our artificial tree standing in the living room. He put it up himself and stacked the decorations next to it, because that's my favorite part. Would a grinch do that?

Maybe I am just ruining his street cred. He's built up a reputation of being a Holidays hating, grinchy, Scrooge. And he does get visibly annoyed anytime I argue that he isn't.

To me he isn't any of those things. He's loving and generous and kind. He's open minded and non-judgmental. When I presented him with my kinky side he rose to the challenge and experimented with me. There's been plenty of Christmases and birthdays now where he has gifted me with spanking implements and sex toys. 

From a man who didn't want to spank me because he was afraid of hurting me, to someone who doesn't need an implement in his hand to make me sore for hours (as I write this I have a huge smile on my face).

He'll spend half his day driving to different stores in congested holiday shopper craziness to find the perfect Christmas socks to put in my stocking. And he'll spend half his night researching spanking, among other things, to indulge his crazy wife.

He can call himself a grinch if he wants to. I'll try not to let everyone I meet know how untrue that is. I'm excited to spend the rest of my Chistmases with him.

He's taking me out tonight to see Elf at a local movie theater. We'll smuggle in Christmas cookies in my purse. He'll tell you he is in it for the cookies. But when he takes the long way home so we can look at Christmas lights I'll pretend not to notice that he forgot to be a grinch, just for a little bit.

He might be a grump, but he isn't a grinch. And he's all mine.

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Feeling His Love~ #MySexySaturday

After being absent a few weeks, I am back to My Sexy Saturday. This week's theme is Her Sexy Fantasy.

I'm sharing from my new release Bound. Melissa and Martin have been together for ten years, he is her fantasy man, but at times she's convinced it's all too good to be true.

“Are you really angry?” 

Martin sighed and ran his hands down her arms, pulling them toward him and placing her palms on his chest. She could feel his heart beating under the thin t-shirt. A steady beat under the hard, muscled exterior. “You know I love you, right?”

She did know. She could feel it. She always could, she just never understood why.

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Available now on:
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All Romance
Barnes & Noble

Visit the rest of the Saturday Spankings, there are some hot snippets this week!

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A #Spanking and a Lecture from Bound~ #SatSpanks

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I'm sharing more from my new BDSM romance, Bound.

Martin has found Melissa wading out into the water. Being it was one of the only rules he has given her—not to go swimming alone—while they're vacationing on a private island, he is pissed. Melissa isn't sharing his sentiment.

“Anything could have happened,” he said, placing a stinging slap on her ass.

She yelped and tried to jump forward, her tiny bikini bottoms doing nothing to protect her from the sting of his large hand.

Martin held her firm and smacked again. “You can’t go wandering off.” He punctuated his sentence with another spank and she tried to pull from his grasp.

She twisted and turned her body, but he only tightened his hold and swatted her again. 

Martin maintained his grip and continued spanking her as they walked. He lectured and spanked and she fumed.

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Available now on:
Amazon
All Romance
Barnes & Noble

Visit the rest of the Saturday Spankings, there are some hot snippets this week!

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Non-Existent Holiday Stress

It just dawned on me that Christmas is in two weeks and we are probably at the height of holiday craziness. Oddly enough, I am not stressed.

This is normally the week I turn into a ball of stress. I spin around trying to do everything, feeling like I am falling short on all fronts. Many times there are tears, and yelling, and irrational displays of temper. Most times there should be lots and lots of spanking.

So far I am pretty even-keeled. We're having oddly warm weather here in the northeast, so I am wondering if the mild temperature is making me think it isn't Christmas. It's like when we were kids and my parents took us to spend Christmas in Disney World. Me and my brothers thought it was great to wear shorts and go swimming on Christmas day, but since we were used to a frigid northeast holiday it kind of felt like Christmas never happened.

I'm listening to Christmas tunes and I decorated the house. I'm getting some online shopping done and I am almost waiting for the stress to descend. Is this the calm before the storm?

Speaking of online shopping, does anyone have any ideas what to get the husband who claims he wants nothing? I was perusing some items today, but then realized I was shopping for myself.

I came across this:

They sell them in pairs for some reason. Then I realize, while Mr. McKay is a sportslover, I don't think he has ever expressed the desire to own a ping pong table. I of course was interested for a different reason. (I don't really like wooden implements, but perhaps the rubber coating does something to it?)

How about a new belt?

I drooled over leather for a little while, but then decided he really doesn't like getting clothes. This kind of falls into the clothes realm.

Maybe a new wooden spoon?

Yikes, no thanks! 

(Clearly I have something on the brain and it's not shopping.)

What if I bought him boring socks and underwear and wrapped a belt around them?

Maybe I'll just buy myself some new underwear and see what I can inspire. Getting a spanking without having a meltdown? It surely will be a Christmas miracle!

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A Naughty Game with a Naughty Gymnast~ Katherine Deane Visits!

I have Katherine Deane over today sharing a sexy snippet from her new Spanking Romance Wren's Redemption!

Thanks so much for having me over today, Casey. I had a lot of fun writing this story.

I hadn’t realized how kinky gymnastics could be, when I first started it. But man, my sex muse took over big time, and “pantsed” her way through a lot of fun, sexy scenes. Here’s one of my favorites.

Wren wants to play a kinky game with Jonathan after their training session. But it’s not just about sex. This is dominance and submission.

Admiring his strong, well-built chest, and the apparent interest tenting from his pants, she licked her lips and knelt before him. “Wanna play a game?”

“What kind of game?” he growled and his eyes darkened with lust.

“Jonathan says.” She reached behind him and squeezed his ass firmly, pulling him closer to her. “You say Jonathan says, and I do the action.” She stared at his erection.

He seemed more than interested.

“What if you do something and I don’t say Jonathan says?”

“Then I guess you have to punish me, Coach.” Wiggling her bottom, she stood back up to meet his fiery gaze. “So?”

Jonathan yanked her into him, kissing her hard. He commanded her mouth, taking over every inch, demanding she yield to him. Groaning, she tilted her head back as he snaked his hand through her ponytail. His tongue pressed in, exploring every inch of her mouth. He tasted like orange—sweet and tangy. She was out of breath and dazed by the time he finally released her.

“Wow.” Her lips felt swollen and thoroughly kissed.

Towering over her, he looked like a predator about to toy with his prey. “Jonathan says, on your knees.”

Blurb:

Nineteen-year-old gymnast Wren Montgomery was America’s golden girl, but then it all came crashing down. As far as the media is concerned, it was a devastating ankle injury which began her downward spiral, but in her heart Wren knows better. The truth is that things started going wrong the day her beloved coach Jonathan Reilly not only rejected her romantic advances, but actually spanked her bare bottom as if she were a silly little girl when she tried to hide her heartbreak behind an angry outburst.

Now at twenty-two, after one poor decision after another Wren has become the “bad girl” of the gymnastics world. Desperate to break out of her slump and with nowhere else to turn, she decides to accept help from the best coach she ever had… the same man who spurned and then spanked her years ago.

Jonathan watched Wren’s fall from grace, and he fell with her. He still blames himself for leaving the team—and more importantly, leaving her—and now that he has the chance to help his little rebel get back on track, he isn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. This time he’ll be there for her no matter what, both when she needs a loving embrace and when she needs a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Most important of all, if she still wants him to be more than just her coach, this time he won’t let anything keep him from claiming what is his.

Publisher’s Note: Wren’s Redemption is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: spanking romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.

You can catch up with her at: 

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The Mile High Club?~ #ScintillatingSunday

Thanks for joining me for Scintillating Sunday, brought to you by Mile High Muses. I'm sharing 8 paragraphs from my new release Bound which is available at multiple outlets now.

In this scene Martin is whisking his girlfriend Melissa off to a surprise destination. She's a little shaken up from something that happened in the airport and he decides some stress relief is in order, but that doesn't mean he's going to take any crap from her.

After letting her wait a few minutes, he rifled through his carry-on and slipped a pouch into his pants pocket. Making his way to the restrooms, he knocked lightly on the only one of the three that was occupied.

Melissa cracked the door open and raised her eyebrows at him. She tried to shuffle back a step, but her feet wouldn’t move and she ended up leaning back to let him enter. “We can’t fuck in here,” she whispered.

He looped an arm around her waist, holding her close as he shut and locked the door behind them. They barely fit in the small space together, but her talk of fucking had him hardening in his pants. “You don’t think we can renew our membership to the mile-high club?”

She snorted. “No, I do not.”

He delighted in making her laugh, even if it was a scoff. They had imbibed in too many in-flight beverages and then loudly banged in a bathroom during a trip in their twenties. Looking around, he wondered how they had managed. “Pull down your pants,” he instructed, releasing her from his hold and giving her an extra inch of room.

“Why? What do you think is going to happen in here?” She rolled her eyes.

Catching her chin, he pinched until she met his eyes. “Don’t question me. Is this really how you want to start off our trip?”

She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Her chest raised and lowered as her breathing sped up.

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Now available on:

Amazon

All Romance

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"No One to Hear You Scream"~ #SatSpanks

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! Bound is up and ready for purchase. 

Even though Martin runs an exclusive BDSM club, he wanted to take some time to reconnect with his girlfriend, Melissa. He whisks her away to a private island in the Caribbean, but after finding her asleep on the hot beach he decides she needs to follow some ground rules... or else.

“Don’t go swimming without me either. There aren’t lifeguards here.”

“Okay.” She hadn’t thought of that before, but it made sense.

He sat back in his seat, stretching his legs out in front of him.

She moved to put down the bottle of water.

“Drink all of it,” Martin said, his tone stern.

Rolling her eyes, she lifted it back to her lips.

“Keep it up, Red,” he said, rising from his seat. “Just remember no one’s around to hear you scream.”

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Available now on:
Amazon

Visit the rest of the Saturday Spankings, there are some hot snippets this week!

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A Matter of a Spanking

I posted the other day about not taking the spanking offered. Well, what about when the spanking is pushed upon you and you have no other choice? I mean really, it's the stuff of fantasies, my fantasies at least—but not something I ever expect in real life.

Let me set the stage for you: it's the Monday after a holiday weekend, I worked an extra long shift at the day job, I got out late, my new book got uploaded (this always stresses me out, no matter how many times I have done it), my derby practice was early, and I only had a yogurt and a granola bar for lunch (I mean, this alone could make me murderous on the right day).

By the time I got home I had twenty minutes to get changed, grab my derby crap and head back out again. Mr. McKay arrived home about five minutes after me and right in the middle of my stomping around the house/yelling at the cat phase of this particular meltdown. 

When nicely asked about what had me so twisted up I snapped about not enough hours in the day and too many things going on.

"Is there something I can help with?" he asks, with that overly concerned look that tips me off that might I be teetering on the edge of ridiculousness.

I let out a heaving sigh. "No." Then throw my hands up and exit the room mumbling something about forgetting socks.

I re-enter and start packing my derby bag with jerky movements as he tries to placate me, telling me that it will all work out, I will eventually have time to do everything. 

I reply with probably the most melodramatic answer anyone can have, "It's not like it matters anyway. None of this really matters." Which is true, and I am trying to remind myself that if my biggest problems in the day are coming home from a job that pays my bills and stressing about a job that is my passion and in between I get to play a sport I love, then life is not so bad. But my inflection and tone don't make it sound that way. I'm slightly sarcastic and overly dramatic and even to my own ears it made me cringe. 

"I wish you had a little more time. I'd take you upstairs and spank you, or fuck you, or both, really."

I turn toward him, because this is the first thing that has caught my interest, but I agree I don't have enough time. "Maybe tomorrow," I reply, noncommittally.

That's when he slams his laptop shut and rises from the couch. I turn back again to give him a wary look. "No, I think you can be five minutes late," he announces.

"What?" I'm dumbfounded. Not so much annoyed or even excited, it's taking my brain some time to catch up to what's going on. Is this real life?

"Your teammates don't want to put up with your shit. I don't want to put up with your shit." 

I'm standing in front of the couch, packing my bag that I have sprawled out in the middle of the cushions. I freeze as his body comes right up against mine, but he reaches past me to shut the curtains on the front window. I breathe a tiny sigh of relief before I catch up to why he has done this.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings and he shoves them and my underwear down my thighs. I give a tiny squeak of surprise before he pushes me forward.

Now it should be said that Mr. McKay caught on quick to the whole spanking thing. He gives a good warm up now before moving on to the heavy artillery, I was just commenting on this last week.

But on this occasion I guess he decided it was in his best interested to get straight to the point. Nothing about this even resembled a warm up, or that there would be anything fun about this spanking. My upper body was pressed down, over my smelly pads and roller skates as I gripped onto the back of the couch for dear life. 

It amazes me that over the course of the last two years we have acquired an array of implements. They are all upstairs in our bedroom. But it seems lately the thing most used, and I am impressed by its quality and effectiveness, is Mr. McKay's hand. Seriously, it's like a goddamn block of wood. How does that happen?

So there I am, unceremoniously bent over the couch, bare assed and getting spanked. I'm still trying to discover our new rhythm. For the longest time I was topping from the bottom, out of necessity really. But I never had to worry that a spanking would go on longer than I wanted because I would just tell him to stop. Actually, all I had to say was "ow" and he would stop.

This is not so much the case anymore. He started with really hard smacks right off the bat and I grit my teeth, but about four or five in I was all, "Ow, ow, ow!"

He didn't stop and I dug my nails into the cushions. A sheen of sweat raised up on my skin and I buried my face in the couch. I kicked a foot up, not really to impeded him or to stop him, just squirming and trying to manage the assault. Still, he spanked on.

He slowed his smacks and I could feel him lean into me, craning his neck to see my face. I thought he was stopping, but whatever he saw assured him he could keep going. He shifted lower, catching the tops of my thighs—that made me shriek. But he didn't stop and gave both sides equal treatment. 

Finally, I felt dangerously close to the edge of tears, which is a new thing, I have never cried during a spanking. It was more from emotions than pain. But it ended, he trailed his hand over the hot skin of my ass and then pulled my leggings back up.

My ass felt swollen in the tight pants and my skin stung and itched. But something had opened up in my chest and I felt lighter. I no longer felt like I was drowning and threatening to go under at any moment. Now I was floating high above it all. 

I leaned into his chest and told him I loved him, but really that didn't convey what I wanted to say. Thanks for knowing what I needed, thanks for not judging me? The words wouldn't come and seemed trivial anyway.

He put his hand on my now clothed ass, as if confirming that he knew what I was trying to say. He gave my throbbing cheeks a squeeze. "You're going to be late."

I wasn't.

And yeah, maybe in the grand scheme of things none of it really matters, but sometimes to the stupid little things matter most. 

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