The Man of Your Dreams~ In the House of My Dreams

Have you ever read a book and wondered if there was any truth to any of the things the author wrote about? Maybe I'm just nerdy, but I think about these things a lot. I mean, an author has to get their inspiration somewhere. Sure, it can be complete fantasy, but I would think something from real life would spur that fantasy along.

Lately, I've been getting very descriptive about my character's living arrangements. Apartments, gorgeous old houses, private islands—you name it, I want to write about it. Also, everyone has a fantastic, spacious kitchen with an island that has stools. This is me living in a fantasy world of my own. Our kitchen is my absolute least favorite room in our house, and it's the probably the most used. 

Mr. McKay loves to cook, and I love to eat. But we literally can't be in the kitchen at the same time. Many nights we'll make dinner together. I'll chop and prepare and he'll physically cook, but we have to do so in shifts. "Okay, I'll let you do your thing and get out of your way, call me when you're done," is a normal statement from my husband while we're preparing dinner.

I'm not exaggerating, if someone is standing at the sink washing dishes, you can't open the refrigerator.

So yes, when I write, my characters all get state of the art kitchens. With dishwashers! They have open floor plans and spacious bathrooms—I actually wondered the other day if I was writing house porn.

I blame this wholly on HGTV and its hold it has on me. I always dabbled in home improvement/house hunting shows. But when I broke my ankle in May I had much more time to watch TV. And most of the time I was watching a show about a couple buying a house, or fixing up a house, or flipping a house. Or building a tiny house (I still don't understand this phenomenon but will watch shows about it constantly).

Could you fit a spanking bench in here?

What do you, my readers, get as a result? You get Tom, Adam and Hailey with their sexcapades featured in a spacious, open floor plan house with a pool. You get Melissa and Martin vacationing on a friend's private island. Because I saw it on a show, it's called Island Hunters. And people actually buy private islands. So of course the rich Dom in my book can own one, because he's rich and needs a remote place to make his subs scream :)

In my current book, the continuation of the Masters of Fetishes series, my main character Liam invites Dani over to his old Victorian house that he is fixing up. So far he's only renovated the kitchen—which is amazing—and a BDSM playroom that used to be a den. As I'm writing this, I'm researching old Victorian houses, and what one has to do to fix them up. And I'm imagining living in a completely renovated one. Then I realized, Liam is fixing up my dream house. Okay maybe I'd have to make the BDSM playroom less conspicuous, but still, that kitchen!

I can't afford a house with a fancy kitchen now, but until I can, I'll keep writing about them. At least a girl can dream!

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Commanding Her Body~ Sunday's Six of the Best

Welcome to Sunday's Six of the Best! 

I'm sharing from my BDSM romance Bound. Melissa and Martin have been together for ten years, but the passion is still alive.

“Do it, now.”

She waited a beat before she shoved her pants down her hips.

“Was that so hard?”

She scoffed and looked away.

Crushing his mouth against hers, he drank deep, slipping his other hand between her legs, he felt her arousal coating her lips. “You don’t think we can fuck in here, but I bet you wish we could,” he said, pushing two fingers deep inside of her channel.

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?

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A Stern Dom~ Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

It's that time again, it's Saturday Spankings! I'm sharing a little more from my BDSM romance, Bound.

Martin and Melissa may have been in a relationship for a long time, but he hasn't gone soft. Despite what she thinks.

 “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?”

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.

“I have no problem being a hard ass. Is that what you want from me?”

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?

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To Him, She's Perfect~ #MySexySaturday #MSS

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This week's theme is One Sexy Girl. I took it a step further in my excerpt as my leading man, Martin, doesn't just think his girl is sexy. He thinks she's perfect.

I'm sharing from my latest release Bound. It's a BDSM romance about a couple in a long term relationship still trying to figure out how to work things out. In this part, Martin is flying with Melissa to a secret location, he's surprised her with a trip. They had a little bit of trouble with a photographer right before they boarded and now he's trying to occupy her mind in other ways.

If she wouldn’t talk and tell him what had happened with the photographer, then he would find a way to occupy her for their three hour flight. It was a battle they fought continuously. Melissa internalized things and wouldn’t open up to him, he’d spent a good part of their early relationship guessing. Trying to pick up on hints. She had accused him once of trying to fix her. He couldn’t make her understand that he didn’t see anything that needed fixing, she was perfect to him.

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.

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?

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Dancing With a Dom~ Katherine Deane Visits!

My friend Katherine Deane stopped over today to share an excerpt from her newest story!

Thanks so much for having me over today, Casey. I am so excited to be a part of the most amazing box set! There are so many amazing authors in this set.

I’m sharing a bit from my story, Dancing With a Dom. It’s a 15K novella about a BBW divorced woman, who tries out for a televised dancing competition to get past the pain of her ex-husband’s cheating.

This one is a little different than my usual stories. I still included the romance and a slightly cheesy ending, but I veered a bit from there, going a little sexier than I usually do. ;)

And I wrote my female main character’s voice in first person. Like I said, I tried something new. And I really enjoyed it.

In the following scene, Macy is dancing by herself for her partner, Dane and the camera guy. She is realizing she might just have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. ;)

My heart hammered; my breaths quickened. The music surged through me, making me feel alive. I forgot all about strong frames and heel turns as I bent and trembled, tilting my pelvis. My breasts swung from side to side as I undulated for my audience.

My hair swept across my face as I whipped my head around, never losing eye contact with the men in front of me.

They leaned forward, elbows braced on their knees.

I sank to mine.

The door opened and another man walked in, closing it firmly behind him. I think his name was Mac.

Dane tilted his head, a questioning gaze in his eyes. Was I okay with this?

Nodding, I grinned and pointed toward the back wall. Who would have thought I could get so turned on by the thought of three men watching me dance? I wiggled my ass and bent over with a quick whipping motion of my hair.

Grabbing my tits, I thrust them out and against the black cotton of my tank top. I was wearing the special kind of tank with a light built-in shelf bra. Not great for support, but pretty damn great when you wanted to wiggle and flaunt what you had. I had gorgeous breasts. I had always known this. Perfectly shaped, well rounded, full. Swaying with each step I took. And the men loved it. They really were fucking me with their eyes. I was the one thing they could not get enough of, could not take their eyes off. It empowered me. It felt sexy. I felt beautiful.

Blurb for Dancing with a Dom:

What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist... he's a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine's Day.

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Publisher's Note: The stories included in this smoking hot collection are MF, MFM, and MMMF pairings. Some contain taboo subjects and no-holds barred BDSM and spanking scenes. All will make you blush hard. ***over 700 pages of brand new stories***

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Hitting the Lottery~ My Secret Fear

For those of you not living in the states, or if you live under a rock, the Powerball Jackpot has climbed to a record high. It's played in 44 states (I am not sure which states aren't included or why) but I think everyone is talking about it.

We combined money and played together at work, because rule of thumb, if a coworker asks if you want in, you don't say no. You don't want to be the only one left after everyone else hits it big.

The drawing was last night and no one hit the big jackpot. It's up to $1.3 billion. You know, no big deal. If you take the cash option you only walk away with like $806 million.

We were with a group of friends last night and we were talking about how that is scary money. You'd pretty much have to go into hiding, it's life changing- people will hunt you down money. Personally, I don't want that, it scares me. Clearly I wouldn't keep all $806 million dollars, I'd obviously help a lot of people and donate a lot, but there will always be people who are bitter you won and they didn't.

We started talking about what we would do if we won a big jackpot, maybe not necessarily this jackpot, but any kind of life changing money. I would quit my day job. Pay off my student loans. Buy a new car- nothing crazy, just a newer model of what I  have probably. And buy a house. Having a debt free life and a place to live with space in the kitchen to put all our kitchen appliances away would be nice! Not living on anyone else's schedule, a dream. 

I'd also want to help out my parents and Mr. McKay's parents.

One of my coworkers said she would buy a private island. That's actually an awesome idea, then no one could find you to beg for money.

We went into an offshoot to another fantasy last night where we talked about all the random things we would buy and ship to a friend who was not present at this gathering. Five pound bags of gummy bears. Bags of Lucky Charms marshmallows. A box of pink gloves but only the left from each pair. All anonymously and without any rhyme or reason, because wouldn't that just be a mindfuck?

We had a good time talking about what we would do if we won. And how much we would want to win because almost everyone agreed that this jackpot is too much for one person.

The numbers came out and no one won. The next drawing is Wednesday night and I am sure we will buy more tickets even though I secretly hope we never win every time we buy them. Mr. McKay thinks I'm crazy. But it's my secret fear, winning the lottery and then having that responsibility. 

But I still buy them, because something would be nice. $500,000? Even a million would be easy to spend. Heck even a couple hundred bucks would be nice. 

Don't worry, there's a 1 in 292.2 million chance in winning.

But what would you do if you won the lottery?

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A Real Spanking~ Mastered #Sale #99cents #SatSpanks

I'm back at Saturday Spankings! I took the last few weeks off, but now I wanted to let you know that Mastered is now on sale for 99 cents! So if you haven't gotten a chance to read it yet, snap it up. 

At this part in the story Hailey's decided she needs to leave Adam and Tom, only they don't know that yet. She's riddled with guilt and she's been lying to them all day. So while Tom is giving her a playful spanking, it's very real to her.

Tom said nothing, his hand falling relentlessly even when she kicked and squirmed. She squealed a few times when he smacked the lower part of her ass, catching the tops of her thighs. She twisted her head to find Adam watching passively. He met her eyes and one side of his mouth tilted up. Everything he needed to say he said without speaking a word. He wasn't saving her.
She already knew he couldn't save her. Neither of them could.

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club. 

One weekend. 

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive. 

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

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Technology- A Kinksters Enemy

Let's face it, we live in a technology based society. I can easily say this as I write this on my laptop while I have seven different tabs open, I just checked my bank account balance online, looked up the new schedule for work, and got caught up on my old college roommate's holiday happenings (I haven't had a real conversation with her in close to ten years).

So yeah, I would say I'm pretty "plugged in". But then, I don't own a smartphone. I know, right? My parents have more sophisticated cell phones than I do. But neither me nor Mr. McKay have smartphones. It started as a money thing, we just plain could not afford them, or afford the data on our plan.

Now it isn't so much that. Perhaps laziness. We missed the original onset of them and now I feel like I am so behind I would need to enroll in a class. Plus, do I really need that? Do I really want that? It is kind of nice not being able to check my email when I run to the grocery store, is anything that important anyway?

It's not like I am living in a the dark ages, but sometimes it feels like everyone else in the world is a little more technologically advanced than we are.

And I am not sure they are convincing me that it's a good thing to be so connected.

We were cat sitting for friends of ours over Christmas weekend. We realized they had one of those new Amazon Echo speaker thing-a-ma-jigs (see how tech saavy I am?).

It's voice activated and you can ask it questions and it will also play music. So Mr. McKay and I were messing with it and asking it to play random songs. Then we stopped playing with it, but stayed in the living room and joked about having sex on the couch (which we have done while house sitting before but didn't this time). Then Mr. McKay almost knocked over a table with a ceramic nativity scene. Eventually, we tended to the cat's needs, locked up, and went home.

A week later we saw our friends at another friend's house. They mentioned that they were getting weird suggestions for songs to play and realized it was because we had listened to music on their Echo. How did they know about that?

Oh, it records you!

Panic spiked through my veins and I tried to remember what exactly we were talking about. My friend proceeds to take out her phone (that at this point I am fairly certain launches rockets) and says, "Let me see if I can find it."

Mr. McKay and I eye each other across the room, but what do you say without incriminating yourself. She plays the sound bite and you can clearly hear my husband requesting "Rock Lobster" by the B-52s. We sit and wait, but that was the extent of the recording. My palms remained sweaty until the end of our visit anyway.

We laughed on the way home, wondering what would have happened if they heard our entire conversation. I think they would probably still have us watch their cats, we're the right price (free) and they vacation a lot.

A few days later we were having dinner with Mr. McKay's parents. They just built in warmer climates and they are very excited to share all the new happenings with it. They plan to retire there in a few years and live in that house full time, but right now they go for long weekends and holidays. My father in law very graciously offered us the house any time we want it and we were thinking of taking him up on it—until he pulled out his iPad and showed us live video footage of their house.

Apparently they had security cameras installed? He can watch the feed live from his iPad. Again, Mr. McKay and I exchanged uncomfortable glances and I wondered how weird it would be to ask if the cameras were on all the time, and in what rooms exactly?

I kind of don't want to vacation there now. Not even for any kinky reasons (okay, maybe mostly for kinky reasons), but my mother in law does not need to know how messy we are. She'd have a heart attack if she saw our housekeeping ways. 

But really, even if I were assured the cameras were off, how does one get down and dirty comfortably? I'd be worried they would come back on or something. I would not be relaxed at all! 

It makes you long for the days when the biggest invasion of privacy was your brother picking up the extension when you were trying to have a phone conversation.

At this rate we'll only be able to get kinky in our bedroom, and where is the fun in that?

   

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Mastered~ Begin the Masters of Fetishes Series

The holidays are over. Are we all back to regular reading? I know I have had almost no time to write, let alone read in the last month.

For a limited time, I have Mastered on sale for 99 cents. So get it now if you have not read it! I've also finally named my series and am calling it a series.

I was reluctant to call these three books a series before because I thought I might scare off some readers who were just tuning in for books two or three. Each book is about new characters, but there is some mention of characters from other books. You don't have to read them in order or even read all three, which is why I never called it a series. But I think readers maybe like a series? It keeps getting called a series in my reviews.

Anyway, I am now writing the Masters of Fetishes series. Fetishes being the name of the BDSM club in my books. And I am working on book four, but you have time to catch up if you haven't even started.

I've bounced around and tried my hand in a few different genres (even though all my books have been spanking romances), I feel like I am really in a groove with this BDSM series and I can't believe I almost didn't write it.

I started book one, Mastered, almost two years ago. It was titled "Hailey and Tom" in my documents folder. It was just the opening scene and nothing else. And for a hot minute it was going to be a medical play book (it isn't) and I didn't think I knew how to write a menage (which it is).

I opened the document almost one year later, changed some things around and finished my neat little menage set around a BDSM club named Fetishes.

Except it wasn't over, the characters kept coming back. I wrote book two, Cherished about Hailey's best friend Serena who you meet momentarily in Mastered. Then book three sprouted up. Bound is about Melissa and Martin, the owner of Fetishes and his girlfriend, you met them both in Mastered and they are mentioned in Cherished.

Coming soon is book four. If you read the last book then you know Dani, the head of security at Fetishes. Book four is her book and I have a few tentative titles but nothing locked down yet. Now I just need to finish writing it because book five is already competing for attention.

I'm sure I'll have other books besides this series, but I just need time to write them. If anyone figures out how to get some more hours into the day, please let me know!

Happy New Year to all my friends and readers!! I hope you're all reading delightful things!

Book 1, Masters of Fetishes

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A Timeless Woman~ Stevie MacFarlane Visits!

Happy New Year! I have Stevie MacFarlane visiting today. She has a new book out called A Timeless Woman. I have it loaded up on my kindle and I am waiting to dig in.

Stevie just happens to be one of my favorite authors. Everything she writes always has a lot of heart, and is damn hot to boot! I'm excited she stopped by today. Do yourself a favor and grab her newest one now.


Stumbling out of bed, she snatched her blue chenille robe, stuffed her feet into her slippers and stomped down the stairs. Reaching the door, she flipped the lock and yanked it open.
"What?" she demanded, scrubbing her eyes that felt as though they were full of sand.
"I told you I'd pick you up this morning," Colton answered, backing her up as he entered the house.
"Yes, but you didn't say you'd be here an hour early," she hissed, catching her appearance in the foyer mirror. "Good grief," she cried taking in her bed head and red rimmed eyes.
"You look terrible," he remarked, setting two cups of coffee down on a stand and removing his coat. Taking her arm, he steered her into the living room and tossed his coat on a chair. "Are you ill?" he asked with concern, cupping her flushed cheeks in both hands and then moving one to her forehead. "You're burning up."
"No I'm not, your hands are just cold," she insisted.
"Have you taken your temperature?" he demanded.
"Well, no, but I'm fine…"
"Where is your thermometer?"
"Upstairs, but…"
 Taking her hand, he pulled her toward the stairs. Struggling to keep up, she almost lost her slippers but in a matter of seconds he'd dragged her into the first room. It happened to be hers.
"Thermometer?" he questioned again with a no nonsense look in his eyes.
"In the medicine cabinet," she sighed, slumping onto the bed in defeat and nodding toward a slightly open door.
 Colton returned momentarily carrying a small towel, a jar of Vaseline and the offending item. As soon as she realized what he intended she jumped up, covered both of her bottom cheeks and backed away.
"Ohhh, no you don't," she cried in panic.
"Don't be so dramatic," he scolded, advancing on her until he could place the items on her bedside stand and take ahold of her wrist.
"There's a regular one in that cabinet," she screeched tugging against his hold.
"I like these better, more accurate if done properly," he stated matter-of-factly as he sat, snapped open the towel and placed it across his knees. Pulling her before him, he took both of her shoulders in his strong hands. "This is pneumonia season and I have no intention of taking any chances with your health. Now be a good girl and cooperate," he said sternly before gently compelling her over his lap. Carefully he arranged her body so her torso was comfortably placed on the bed and her bottom was centered directly over his knees. As soon as he began to raise her nightgown, her legs started scissoring and he placed his hand firmly on her bottom. "It's my suggestion that you stop this immediately. Unless of course you would like to be as warm on the outside as you are on the inside?"
"No," she pouted, sniffing in indignation. "Do you even know what you're doing?" she demanded, cranking her head around and glaring at him.
 Colton laughed and patted her reassuringly.
"Of course, I do. I'm a doctor."
"A what?" she asked weakly.
"A doctor," he replied pulling up her nightie and robe.
"How is that even possible?" She snorted, clearly doubting his words.
"Four years of medical school, followed by a four-year residency at Mount Hope," he replied picking up the case and taking the thermometer out. Checking it, he shook it down and set it beside him.
"If you're a doctor, what are you doing running an investment firm?" she demanded.
"I don't believe I like your tone," he observed, baring her bottom completely and watching her cheeks clench.

Despite her age, Marjorie Whitcomb is resigned to spinsterhood. One disastrous marriage has convinced her that the kind of man she wants does not exist. He is simply a figment of her imagination... and her fantasies. 

Colton Mitchell has had Margie in his peripheral vision for two years. He always considered her 'quirky', with her vintage clothes and quiet manner. He never saw the real woman until he had to drive her home one night. From her vintage turquoise kitchen to her garter belt and stockings, he then realizes that she is a young woman with very old-fashioned ideas about love and marriage. And that's the very moment in which he decides that she isn't quirky, she is perfect! 

But how close is Colton to Marjorie's idea of the perfect man? 

Warning: This book contains elements of domestic discipline, medical play and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Stevie MacFarlane is a best-selling author of romantic spanking novels.  She lives in upstate New York with her husband of many years.  Visit Stevie’s Amazon Authors Page and follow her. You’ll be notified when new books come out.  You can also sign up for her newsletter on her blog. 

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