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November Crazies and Club Risqué

HELLO!!!

November has come in with a wild rush the crazies.

I am working on National Novel Writing Month. Goal? Finish my third and final book in the Cian O’Connor Trilogy. It is the final book of the O’Connor Family Saga.

This week comes the Cover reveal and the Blurb.

I will give you little excerpts along the next two weeks until it comes out Thanksgiving Week!

This month is National Native American Heritage Month.

Then there is Thanksgiving and so much more!

My son graduates from High School in one month.

We are so very busy!

How about you all?

 

NOW I have a surprise for you all

Meet Poppy Flynn

Fear’s Whisper (Club Risqué Book 2)

 

 Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.

 

Cover and blurb

Publisher’s Note: Graphic scenes and power exchange are a part of this steamy love story. If that is not to your liking, please do not read it.

 

Buy Links:

  Amazon US                    Amazon UK            Blushing Books

 

 

A Tantalizing Taste:

It was just so liberating to be lightly bound and following commands. She didn’t have to worry about what to do and what to say, whether she should be reciprocating in some sensual, provocative way that seemed to come naturally to some women, but which she had never understood.

Prior to this experience, sex had always been something awkward and slightly stilted. Like some kind of complicated dance that no-one had shown her the steps to and which she had no chance of following after the music started. So instead of relaxing she fretted and second guessed herself, wondering if she was doing the right thing but feeling like a failure regardless, until she was so stressed that the whole thing became an ordeal to endure until the man she was with got off and she lay there feeling disappointed and vaguely unfulfilled and wondering if that’s all there really was.

But not tonight. Tonight, something magical was happening. Tonight, she felt free; as if someone had waved away the burden of unrealistic expectation and replaced it with the permission to just feel. And boy was she feeling! Every touch, every kiss, every…thing seemed startlingly magnified. This was the closest thing to bliss that Charlotte had ever experienced and intuition was telling her that this time there was certainly more to come. Hopefully her! Yes, definitely her. It would be the first time. Well, not the first time. But the first time with a man. Oh goddesses! What if it didn’t happen. Would Jake be able to tell? What if she disappointed him anyway?

Suddenly Jake bit down on her nipple and the light bolt of pain wrenched her away from her thoughts before he laved at the small hurt and it bloomed into a tingling pleasure.

“You’re thinking so loudly I can hear you,” Jake growled. “Keep it up and I’ll be forced to spank you to take your mind off whatever is winding you up.”

Spank her? Charlottes pussy clenched at the thought and she felt her panties dampen some more.

Jake chuckled darkly against her breast. “I don’t think you find that idea too dreadful, do you sweet Charlotte. Would you like to feel my hand warming that pretty ass until it’s all hot and pink and branded with my palm?”

“No”, Charlotte panted. “I mean yes!” Her back arched as Jake bit down tenderly on her other nipple, taking away her ability of coherent thought. “Oh goddesses! I mean, were there two questions there? I can’t think…”

Charlotte could feel the laughter rumbling in Jake’s chest. “That was the idea. Don’t think! Just feel. You were doing such an excellent job of it until your brain kicked in.

 

A few words about Poppy:

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house. 

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

       Poppy x

 

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News From Chase Abbey

Hello and Greetings from Chase Abbey,

This new posting system is now working rather well from Chase Abbey,  so I didn’t think it too extravagant to let you in on my wonderful news. Well, it isn’t really news yet, but it will be.

Nathaniel may have a bride. Or soon, anyway, and I cannot tell you the loose tongues it has induced. Barrington has already had words with Caroline and I, simply for mentioning the prospect. His Grace was quiet, but Barrington has threatened to take me home if the chatter doesn’t stop and he was looking at Her Grace when he said it! That was bold, even for Barrington.

Oh, what fortune, that as I was writing this missive, Barrington has ushered in Alexander. On second thought, looking at his dark countenance, it might not be a good thing. I shall continue to sit in the corner desk and listen as I write. I shan’t be the one in trouble this day for I have been careful to be quite proper while my husband is in such a mood. It would not bode well for my bottom if I am too bohemian today.  Everyone knows if Barrington is in a mood, it is best to remedy the problem quickly and I have taken care to not be the problem that needs correcting. Today.

Here, I’ll let you listen vicariously:

“Where is Caroline, Barrington?”

“About, I imagine. What is it that has you thundering about so?”

“That sister of yours…”

“You mean that woman of yours…”

“Yes, yes, my sweetheart, has found it necessary to not only ride my best steed, but without her sidesaddle, without her groom, and into the shops.”

“Sorry, old man. I know all about those types of wifely choices. Father is going to go home in a few days, I would entice Caroline to go with him. You can attend her after we have a moment’s discussion on this Nathaniel thing.”

“I’m not sure I am ready for all this husbandly duty. It at first seemed such a harmless thing to engage in but now…”

“Now it appears to be quite a handful. Yes, it certainly is that. But the rewards are greater than the trials, of that I can assure you.”

“That is an assurance I shall hold you to.”

“Father, mother and I are invited to discuss the Nate matter this evening at dinner.”

“Her Grace is taking this well, I can assume?”

“No, she is not. She is refusing to go, and His Grace is not demanding she does so. Would work better if it were just the men this time round, anyway.”

“Yes, well, I have even more to add to the situation … I say, Amelia, I didn’t notice you there.”

“Oh, yes, I am here. Pray, do not let me disturb you.”

“Still writing that letter? I have my suspicions you are more listening than writing so why don’t we go into my study, Ravens, and sit down. We won’t be disturbing you then.”

Well, they have gone. Sorry, I did try to be as quiet as I could, but there is nothing for it. I must say goodbye for now. I need to find Caroline before her Alexander does for she might not be sitting as pretty as she is now without some interventions of the womanly sort.

Must Go,

With all good thoughts,

Amelia Barrington

Chase Abbey

Taming Texanna

This is from the WIP that I am working the most on right now.

Texanna has been hauled into U.S. Marshall Colton McFadden’s office by her father to answer for her disgrace with a forfeit of both of their freedoms. Colt is fine with it, but Anna, not so much.

“…Don’t be an ass, Pa.”
“Texanna,” was the response from both men. Her father yelled and Colt much quieter but his tone was hard as steel and could easily be heard over Mr. Grant.
He knew she was angry and had every right to be, but her mouth and her disrespect was not acceptable although it was understandable. He held his further admonishment because he did not have the heart to call her down concerning something with which he agreed. He did, however, cut her off quickly as she looked to speak again. He wasn’t used to any person defending him or his actions. He didn’t ask for that from anyone either. However, he did worry about her father’s response towards her.
“Sir, I can assure you it was just a spanking.”
“A spanking on the bare, you mean.”
“Well, yes sir. I promise you that was not my intention but, well, there were no drawers and since I had already seen, I thought turning a butt red was not the same thing as seeing her, you know, in that type of way.”
“It doesn’t matter. You have spoiled her.” Mr. Grant had yet to lower his voice since entering the office. Colton was sure that even if no one knew before they came into the room, it was a sure thing that they would know now.
“Spoiled her for whom, exactly? Did she have a beau?” He looked over to Anna as she yanked her arm out of her father’s hand, threw up her hands and then landed them on her hips.
“No. And quit talking like I am not in the room.” Texanna proclaimed loud and clear.
Colt gave her a withering look that quite plainly said to hush. “Did she tell anyone of the incident? Did you?” he looked first at her father and then Texanna. “For I assure you I did not.”
“No,” answered both in an irritated manner.
“Then who have we spoiled really? Only the three of us know and I am not telling that your daughter did not have drawers on and when I went to discipline her at her request, she was bare.”
“What do you mean ‘at her request’?” Colton looked at the man and cocked his head to the side. It was as though he had not heard anything that had been said earlier. Texanna had clearly said she had begged for the spanking, but clearly Mr. Grant did not hear it or he chose not to acknowledge it.
“Pa I tried to tell you but you-”
“Quiet girl, you are in enough trouble.” He turned to Colt and said, “But I’ll know and that is enough.”
Colt could see the unrelenting fury that her father had brought her to and he did not want to step in the middle of that. He felt it was justified. The man did not see or hear his daughter and Colt wondered how long he had treated Texanna that way. From the sounds of it all, it had been quite a while. Colt loved the lightning bolts shooting from her angry eyes. His cock did too.
“I see. Well then, I will marry her if that is what you need to happen.”

“The hell you will.”

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