My Man

At fifteen, he was terribly handsome with his longish, sandy-blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was over six feet with a barrel chest and killer arms. He had an infectious laugh and a cocky grin.

By divine providence we ended up in the same sophomore biology class, where my gaggle of girlfriends and I managed to get on the teacher’s last nerve. In what he thought was a brilliant maneuver, he created a seating chart that placed me right beside the guy I would eventually fall head over heels in love with.

His looks certainly drew me in, but it was his character that had me stand up and take notice. He despised bullies and when he saw someone picking on others, he would intercede. He helped others without caring if they could ever repay his kindness. He was, at fifteen, a better man than most of our peers are today at age fifty.

We would spend all night talking on the phone. We shared our dreams and planned our future.

I was with him when he got his first car. I helped scour the junkyards for parts and I watched as he loaned out tools to even the shadiest looking of characters, but he always got them back. It was like people knew he was a good soul and they treated him in kind.

He landed a good job and moved up quickly. With high school diplomas in our pockets we decided we were now adults and it was time to marry.

Our childhood home lives weren’t the best. Neither of us had what you could call a role model for a happy marriage. Some of our ‘friends’ refused to attend our marriage because they didn’t think that at eighteen years old, we had a snowballs chance in hell of making a successful go at it. But the biology teacher was there. He knew.

I still remember his excitement when we got our first house together and his shock when the faulty furnace singed his eyebrows and mustache.

In our second home, I remember how he held me when the pepper tree crashed into our bedroom during a monsoon storm and what an amazing father he became with the arrival of our baby girl.

As time marched on, we thought our family was expanding and we moved into a bigger home. Sadly, we lost the baby before we had the chance to even hold him. It was a tough time, but it pulled us closer together. That summer, we lived through temperatures reaching 122 degrees, but it wasn’t all bad. My Love bought the car of his dreams and he has it still.

Next, we moved across the country. We went from extreme heat to negative twenty-two. It was an adventure. My Love had the opportunity to interact with his family from the point of view of an adult and he learned the meaning of ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. On the plus side, our household grew once more and we were thrilled to bring our baby boy back to the only land we’ve ever really called home.

Back in the valley of the sun, our life fell into a daily grind. I was caring for a terminally ill parent, going back to school and doing my share of raising our two kiddos. I can honestly say my Love was a significantly better husband than I was wife during that time, but he never complained. While living in that house, we lost my mom and his dad. Our kids began school and I graduated. My Love bought and restored the car of my dreams.

As the kids grew bigger, the neighborhood grew shady and it was time to move again. Throughout all the moves and all the upheaval, my Love was the glue holding us together. He worked hard, everyday and moved up the ladder. With my new diploma in hand, we were able to buy our dream home out in the country.

My new job made it impossible to be there on the first day of school or to attend parent teacher conferences, but my Love never missed a one. He was always there and we all knew he was never more than a phone call away.

As soon as life fell into a normal routine, I started looking around and wondering is this all life had to offer. I was feeling like a frumpy soccer mom and I wanted something different. Something more.

I started reading romance novels. I’d always been an avid reader but never that subject. Eventually, I found a book that spoke to me. The hero was dominant and deeply in love with his soulmate. I approached my Love and begged him to read it. He didn’t read fiction and certainly not romances. It was a hard sell, but he realized it meant a lot to me. After he read it, we talked. Then talked some more. Turns out both of us were searching for more, but not sure what more looked like.

In our journey to find the elusive ‘more’, we discovered D/s. We tried it on for size and it fit perfectly. We tailored it here and there to better suit our ever changing needs.

Next week, we celebrate 33 years of marriage and I can honestly say, I’ve never been happier. Those plans we sketched out in the wee hours of the morning thirty-five or thirty-six years ago, have very little in common with today’s reality, but I wouldn’t change a thing. My fair-haired boy has grown into a stand-up man that I love with all my heart and soul.

People who meet us today think we have the perfect marriage, the stars aligned just so and granted us the fairy tale. In some ways, they’re right. We have been very fortunate, but I attribute it to something more than luck or fate. I give the credit to my husband. Each time we came to a crossroad, he listened to my needs, my wants and my desires. When my mom was ill and my attention was pulled in every direction but his, he didn’t ask – what about me. He asked – how can I help.

Was I blessed that he chose me? Absolutely! Without a doubt and I try to be worthy of his love each and every day.

Happy Anniversary, my Love. May God grant us another thirty-three plus years of walking this earth together.


*Image found on Pinterest


We’ve all had encounters, scenes, sessions – whatever term you use – that went better than others, but have you ever had one so spectacular that even the date it occurred stands out in your mind?

Yeah, me neither. I’m not a date person. I didn’t remember the actual date that my husband and I first went out. I remember everything else though – how he held my hand, the callouses along his palm and the strength as it engulfed mine. I remember how his scruff felt along my cheek as we nuzzled and how his thigh muscles were rock hard. I remember my eyes being drawn to the package between those thighs and my curiosity warring with my common sense. I also remember the look of disbelief when I told my mom (at age 15) I had met the man I was going to marry.

My love, on the other hand, is a date person. He remembered the date he walked up to me while I sat with a gaggle of friends eating my lunch in the high school cafeteria and asked me to go skating with him. He also remembered the date of our first kiss. Dates matter to him. He calls them milestones and they’re important to him.

This morning he asked me, “Do you know what today is?”

Let’s see… Our wedding anniversary is next month. We just celebrated our daughter’s 27th birthday and our son’s 24th isn’t until July. Damn. Fresh out of ideas. Since I don’t lie to my guy, even if I know he’s going to be disappointed, ¬†I answered honestly. “No.”

“It’s the anniversary of our first ____________. Ten years.” (I’m leaving it blank because it has nothing to do with the point of this post. Use your imagination. Tee he he)

“Really? Wow!” While I didn’t remember the date, I sure remember my heart pounding in anticipation. I remember his hands were chilly and his voice was deep and commanding. I remember he didn’t use a ball gag because he wanted my feed back. I also remember we spent the hours afterward spooning and talking. I remember looking like a raccoon from the tears that fell down my cheek ruining my mascara. I remember the emotions that passed between us. It was a pivotal moment in our relationship and something I’ll never forget.

“Guess what we’re doing tonight…”

Holy shit! “I can’t wait.”

Crazy Day

Well, you may have noticed, no pictures have been blogged. The weather, which we thought we could outsmart, outsmarted us. The forecast called for rain on Friday, so my husband got off early on Thursday. We’d hoped to make a sunset run to the lake to celebrate our anniversary. Unfortunately, by the time he made it home, the clouds and wind were already here. We certainly didn’t waste the time together though. We took our son out to dinner to celebrate the general release of his first book Night.

Friday morning, we went to several junk yards. I know that isn’t everyone’s idea of a fun past time, but it reminds us of the first few years we’d been married and didn’t have two cents to rub together. We saw a lot of cool old cars, found a few items that will help my husband with his current projects and enjoyed being together. And it didn’t rain! Of course we were a hundred miles south of the lake. ūüôā

Today, my son organized an anniversary party for us. I’m not a party person, so this should be interesting. Most of the family and our local friends will be in attendance. I hope it goes smoothly. Also, our interview with Beyond Romance went live. What an interesting day that was! The woman interviewing us couldn’t quite wrap her head around the fact we both write erotica. She asked some interesting questions. If you’d like to check it out, just click here.


Friday, marks our 30th wedding anniversary and though many people assume that Bondage Anniversary is an autobiography,it really isn’t. While we share some of the character traits…married fresh out of high school, two kids and a few other life events, the actual premise of the book shares nothing in common with our relationship.

Believe it or not, in my youth, I was a literary snob. Please don’t tell my children, they think all I’ve ever read is ‘smut’ as they call it. I get a kick out of our kids referencing something from the classics as if I have no clue what they’re talking about. It’s akin to when they listen to our conversations but pretend they can’t hear a word because their ear buds are in.

When I finally did read my first romance story, the first person I shared it with was my husband. At the time, he was a non-fiction snob. If it wasn’t a manual of some sort, he didn’t have time for it. After I read the book, twice, I knew he had to read it so we could discuss it. Now my husband would move heaven and earth to make me happy and I knew once I asked him to read it, he would. However, he is also a very busy man and his time table and mine don’t always match up. Patience, though, is not one of my virtues. If something is important to me, I want it now and I can be damn persistent.I carried the book in my purse and whenever he was sitting still, I read it to him until he was finally hooked. Ever since then, we’ve read most books together.

Unlike Laura, there has certainly never been a book that I read secretly. There would be no point. As Alexa (from His To Own) is learning, experiencing something alone isn’t half as enjoyable as sharing something with a loved one. How many times have you found something on Facebook, Tumblr or Reddit and just had to share it with your best friend? For us, erotic romance is the same thing. It’s also a great way to get new and naughty ideas…

Today’s the Day!

Such an exciting day. As many of you know, I’ve been on a three week trip to NY. I can honestly say, I never want to take another trip of this length ever again. I guess I’m a homebody.

Today we hop on a plane and make our journey home. And boy are we ready. It is also the day that¬†Bondage Anniversary¬†becomes available for pre-order on Totally Bound’s website. It is a total rush to see my book on the same carousel as some of my favorite authors. I feel truly privileged.


Exciting News

I heard from my editor and she believes¬†The One and Only¬†will be out sometime in January of 2014. I’ve also been added to Ellora’s Cave Author’s page. It’s just a short bio, but I’m still excited by it.

This has been such a crazy year. To go from writing whenever I could steal a minute away from the hustle and bustle of life to making it my career has been a dream come true. When 2013 rang in, I had one story mostly done and I’d planned to send it off to publishers in February. It was a story about a couple re-inventing their relationship on an anniversary get-away. So, I’d hoped to send it off in mass on my anniversary to gain some added luck. As so often happens, life reared its head and that didn’t happen. Finally, in April, we were ready to send it.

It’s crazy to believe that was only seven months ago. Now, I have six books contracted and a total of nine scheduled to come out in 2014. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe it is really happening. Although, the frequent emails from my editors help keep me from turning black and blue.

Our trip to New York has made writing a larger challenge than I expected. The change to our routine has taken a toll, but I’m still getting¬†some¬†work done. One more week and then things will be back to normal. Thank goodness, because¬†All Grown Up¬†is due the end of November.

I’ll keep you posted on my progress.