Reflections of the soul

The energy in the club felt different tonight. A heady anticipation sizzled down her spine and began to grow somewhere deep in her core. Tonight they were leaving 2018 behind. So many things had changed in the last year, not the least of which was her.

Sean, her Master and husband, sat at his familiar seat at the corner of the bar. His smile was ultra high wattage. He felt it too.

She’d come a long way from reading naughty stories in the privacy of her own room. Now, she was married to a kink club owner and about to scene in front of a club full of people, strange people, but wonderful – ‘give you the shirt off their back’ people.

“Are you ready for this?” Sean asked.

“I need to change my skirt. This one is scratching me,” she lied. “I’ll meet you on the stage in a minute.”

“Be quick. I’m taking you flying tonight.” His eyes sparkled and she knew he had the scene well planned.

A little over a year ago, when she’d first come to the club, she’d only play in a privacy room. She had been so shy, she even had Sean cover the window on the door. It broke all the rules, but as the owner he could do as he pleased. As the months had gone by, she’d slowly become more comfortable. Just recently, she’d agreed to take part in occasional demonstrations, though she’d always insisted on being clothed.

Sean had taken it in stride. He was supportive and respectful of her hard limits. Because of it, she wanted to give him the world. She slipped the key into the lock and walked into their office.

She remembered the first day she’d entered his private domain. She’d fallen in love with the decor. Running her fingers over the teak desk top, memories and emotion flooded in… The feeling of power when she’d negotiated a marketing partnership with a sex toy manufacturer. The memory of Sean tying her spread eagle along the top and torturing her until she’d come more times than she’d thought possible.

She continued into the dressing room and saw a reflection herself in the mirror. Her confidence faltered. She was still pudgier and more pale than she wanted to be. She didn’t have a drop-dead body to equal her husband. Chances were good, she never would. She decided to forego her surprise for Sean. She just couldn’t imagine standing on the stage without a stitch of clothes. Upset with herself, she started to walk out. As she passed the shower, another memory came to mind.

The first time she’d seen Sean in ‘all his glory’ had been in that beautiful double shower. The sight of him was ingrained in her mind for all time. She still remembered how the water glistened along his broad shoulders and how his cock had gone from placid to thick and standing tall as his eyes gazed upon her body.

Though she had no idea why, he certainly did seem to be aroused by her. He didn’t notice all the flaws that jumped off the mirror and danced in front of her eyes. With her back toward the ego busting mirror, she loosened the strings of her corset and tossed it onto the bench where Sean always pulled on his boots. Next, she removed her skirt. Her hands were shaking and her heart was pounding out of her chest.

She put on her robe and cinched the belt. Her legs felt like rubber as she walked out of the office and entered the arboretum. From the moment she entered the garden, she only had eyes for Sean. He stood in the center of the stage with the bright lights shining down on him. As their eyes locked, Sean stopped speaking in mid sentence.

A moment later a smile erupted across his face.  Her fears and second guesses evaporated. Yeah, he knew what she was wearing beneath the robe. Or not wearing, as the case may be.

He met her at the stairs and helped her onto the stage. Her heart beat louder than the music and that was saying something. Sean put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered against her ear.

He was giving her an out, but the look on his face told her a different story. He wanted this.

“I know, but I want to.” It wasn’t really a lie. She did want to please him, she just wished it didn’t involve being in a room full of people with only Sean’s rope to cover her.

He kissed her hard and led her to the center of the stage. “Kneel up,” he ordered.

She assumed the position facing the crowd, but kept her eyes closed. She pretended if she couldn’t see them, then they couldn’t see her. Totally illogical, but it kept her from running back to the office so she went with it.

Unlike the demonstrations they’d done recently, this was an exhibition. There wouldn’t be a question and answer period or the casual feel of a training session. This was to be a full-on scene. Fear tricked down her spine and she began to shake.

Sean drew her arms behind her back and began a box tie. From the first time Sean bound her, she’d fallen in love with rope. Each wrap he made was one more connection to him. As the ropes circled her arms, she remembered she wasn’t on the stage alone. She was with Sean, the love of her life, and he’d keep her safe.

“You make me proud,” Sean leaned in and whispered.

Chloe basked in his praise.

Each time the rope was pulled across the strands the vibrations sent her to a different place, a place filled with desire and need, a place where she belonged to Sean. She was his to do with as he pleased.

Once the chest harness was complete, he tore the robe from her shoulders exposing her breasts. Her nipples were peaked and her pussy began to throbbed. She blocked out everything but Sean. Her entire focus became him. She could hear his elevated breathing, the crackle of his leather pants as he shifted his weight and began to tie rope to her left ankle.

“I can’t wait to show off my beautiful subbie. You surprised me tonight,” he murmured so only she could hear.

When they scened their protocol only allowed her to speak when asked a directed question, so she remained silent.

The tugs on the chest harness and her ankle warned her Sean had tossed the rope through the suspension ring. She held her breath, knowing what was coming next.

“Fly sweet subbie!”

In an instant the ropes tightened to the point of pain and the ground slipped away from her. Her robe slid open baring her to audience. She found it hard to breathe and it had nothing to do with the ropes holding her so tightly.

Sean put his hand on her hip and gave a shove. She began to spin and all hope of keeping her privates, private disappeared. Anxiety began to creep into her warm world of rope.

Crack! Crack, crack, crack! The sound hit before the sting. Son of a bitch! He was using the crop. God, how she hated that thing. While she could revel in the thud of a flogger, the sting of a crop lit her on fire. Pain radiated outward from each thwack and seemed to immerse her clit in liquid heat.

The swats had begun on her feet and slowly made their way, inch by inch up her legs. Out of the blue, the side of her breast was struck. Air rushed from her lungs. By the multitude of tiny bites dotting the tender flesh, she surmised her was using an erogenous flogger.

The throbbing of her pussy beat in sync with the strikes Sean was landing on her sensitive flesh. Crop, flogger. crop, crop, flogger. Slowly, tortuously, Sean neared her clit. The assault on her breasts deepened. The quarter inch wide strips of leather struck her erect nipples. She hated it and loved it and needed it, all at the same time.

Chloe squirmed as much as the ropes would allow, which was damn little. The knowledge that she was completely helpless served to amplify her nearly desperate need. “Please, Master.”

“Oh, I do like to hear you beg. I think I’m going to prolong this a little further,” he taunted her.

A groan escaped before she could stop it. Need was a living breathing entity. Her nipples ached and wetness crept down her leg. Sean ramped up intensity of the swats each time her ass cheeks came into reach.

She knew what was coming and yearned for it. Chloe rocked her hips trying to bring her pussy within his reach.

Sean laughed. “Yeah, I know what you want. But I’m not going to make it easy on you. You’re going to have to use your words. You’re going to admit to all these people that you want me to strike your gorgeous swollen clit with the crop. Show them how my sweet subbie likes it rough.”

Oh, God. people… Embarrassment swept over her like a tidal wave and she damn near came on the spot. She tried to fight it. She didn’t want others to see her like this-so needy she’d beg Sean to swat her pussy. She tried to hang onto cognizant thought, but the steady heat from the crop and flogger buried her in pleasure. Hungry for more. Desperate for relief. Her brain was focused on one thing-need. All encompassing need.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Not good enough. Tell these people what you want, baby,” Sean ordered.

People. Reality surfaced for a second, maybe two, but was quickly replaced by the swamping desire that threatened to consume her if Sean didn’t give her what she needed.

“Please don’t tease me, Master. Please, I’m begging-swat my pussy.”

Chloe was rewarded with a direct pat to her clit. “Oh, God. Harder. Please, Master, harder.”

She heard Sean groan and somehow in the fog swirling through her brain she realized he was in as much need as she was. Power swelled within her. Sean, her handsome, commanding husband needed her just as badly as she did him. Any remaining hesitation floated away.

Sean gave her several swats directly where she needed it most. She screamed as the world fragmented around her. Colors danced and a roaring in her ears threatened to deafen her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more the hues and sound faded away.

The first thing she noticed was Sean’s comforting voice washing over her. “You never cease to amaze me, my beautiful angel.”

She opened her eyes and met Sean’s steady gaze.

“There you are. Touching back down on earth?” His voice was rich with male pride.

She nodded. As reality hit her full force, she glanced around them. They had been on stage-with a packed audience. Holy fuck!

Sean’s deep laughter took a touch of the chill from her bones. “We’re alone my angel.”

Muted earth tones surrounded them. She was sitting on his lap on the couch in their office. “Thank God.”

He raised one eye brow and held her gaze. “I think the lady doth protest too much. You might have been nervous, but you were excited up on that stage.”

Heat rushed to her face. It was true.

“None of that.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “Tonight is chalk full of new beginnings. I can’t wait to see what 2019 has in store for us.”

***Sean and Chloe were first introduced in the opening book of the Master’s Touch series – The One and Only. This piece is just a peek at how they’re getting along.





Home sick today

But I’m putting the time to good use. I’ve written a couple thousands words in my new story for the Master’s Touch series. Here’s a small excerpt.

“I want to strip you bare then spank and crop your ass. I’ll flog your back and shoulders until they’re striped a rosy pink. Then fuck you. Right out here in the open where everyone can see your glistening wetness drip from my cock as I pound in and out of you.”

Pretty bold statement considering he just met Nikki less than an hour ago. Tyler is shaping up to be a very interesting character. I can’t wait to see where he takes this story!

Escapism is my friend

I’m still feeling the loss of my pup. I tear up all the time. I can still see him sitting his rump on my couch – because he knew his feet weren’t allowed up there and I still find myself bending down to give him a treat or saying, “mommy loves her boys – be good,” as I head off to work. But there is only one boy now.

I knew I needed to lose myself in a new story, but I had to finish His to Own. I wanted the three stories previously published in the Master’s Touch series to be back on the market, before I started writing the fourth. It took a long time to reverse the changes the publisher had made, but I finally uploaded it to Amazon this afternoon. It is probably my favorite of that series so far and I enjoyed going back through it, but there’s nothing like creating a new story.

The characters will share their story in bits and pieces. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and finally understand why this person did this or said that. It’s so cool when all the pieces finally fit together. It can’t fill the void of losing my pup, but it can help me escape for a while.

In the couple of hours I’ve been working on it, I’m at a little over two thousand words. I have a long journey ahead, with twists and turns and I’m sure the characters will throw me a curve of their own before it’s completed, but it feels good to be excited about something.

If you haven’t visited the world of Master’s Touch, you can find it here. The third book, His to Own, should be available shortly.


Finding the new norm

We lost our Great Dane a short time ago. He was my constant companion and I’m still devastated. We’re spending a ton of time with our one remaining pup, Duncan. He’s actually my son’s dog, but my son has moved on and Duncan is still here, so…

Duncan misses his big brother. He’s a corgi mix and loved to live underneath my Great Dane. I used to call them my high-boy and my low-boy. They were quite a pair.

We’re all adjusting. I’m throwing myself into training Duncan and writing. Since I regained the rights to my Master’s Touch series, I’ve been working on restoring them to the way I had wanted them. The first two are out – The One and Only and All Grown Up. I’m working on His To Own.

My soon to be son-in-law created the book covers. I love the design. He does such great work. If you’re in the market for web design, help with your brand or anything like that – check out his website at or shoot him an email at IMG-20180602-WA0000

Once I’ve got His to Own finished, I’m going to start on a new project – Tyler Jones’s story. He first appeared in The One and Only and made a brief appearance in All Grown Up. He’s a police officer just beginning to explore the lifestyle. He meets his honey at the new member orientation for Cat Tails, an exclusive BDSM club. As they go through the classes together, their relationship builds. She’s a complicated lady, a good friend, but pretty naive. She trusts when she shouldn’t and definitely needs a lesson or two in enemy recognition. I’m excited to start writing!

When reality starts weighing too heavily on me, I always escape to a world of my own. It gives me time to find a way to deal with everything. Thankfully, my Love understands and encourages me.


Looking for something to read?

After a long fight with my publisher, my rights have been restored and the author’s edition of All Grown Up is now available!
Can lightning strike twice? Steven isn’t sure he wants it to. When Belle left him, his life crumbled to pieces. He’d lost his job, his place and worst yet his confidence. That’s something no Dom could afford to lose. After he’d exhausted his resources and still couldn’t find her, he’d moved on.

Now, Belle’s back and she’d come searching for him. Steven wonders if her plan is to ruin him for good.

Cover by Katz Concepts

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Happy Dancing all over the house!

It’s time. There were days when I wondered if it would ever happen again. The One and Only is available for sale. After an incredibly long dispute with the original publisher, I own the rights again. I also put the book back to the way I had wanted it in the first place.

I’m done with editors who don’t understand a single thing about the lifestyle telling me how to ‘correct’ my story. I could write a 10k page book on some of the absurd changes I’ve been told to make over the years. My family and friends duck for cover when it’s editing time. I’ll stare my computer and scream random phrases – What do you mean that’s impossible? Have you ever had sex before? Independent body part? Eff you! It’s written in her POV for heaven’s sake. On and on it goes until ‘my editor’ is as frustrated with me as I am with them and then they turn me over to a group that is supposed to look for only the grammatical errors. Of course, you’ll get one or two of them that have to comment on the content and the fun starts all over again. By the time it’s done my head is ready to explode.

This one is all mine. For better or for worse.


The cover was done by my soon to be son-in-law. I absolutely LOVE his work. If you’re publishing a book, please consider working with him. Unlike my previous art designers, he actually listens to my ideas. I wanted something elegant, romantic and a touch dark. I wanted the Dom to be the focal point. We discussed the story line and plot of each book. After that, I turned him loose and hoped for the best.

He came up with the series design and matched each cover to the individual stories. Small details, I hadn’t noticed at first, such as the type of plants that run along the top are specific to plot elements. I am very impressed with his work. The covers are amazing and I couldn’t be happier. He’s awesome. If you’re self publishing – give him a shot. You’ll love him.

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Crazy Beginnings

2017 is off and running. You may not be aware, but I’ve been in a dispute with one of my publishers. I’m so pleased to say it’s been resolved. I now own the rights to my Master’s Touch series once again. It’s such a huge relief to have that settled. I’m considering self-publishing those three or possibly re-releasing them with the publisher of the Desired Discipline and Bound for Justice series. I’ll make a decision soon and get them back on the market. I promise.

During the holidays, my brother went through a pretty rough patch. We feared we were going to lose him. I was more than a little pissed that 2016 was going to claim another sibling before we rang in the new year. Today, he’s doing better. We’re not out of the woods, but he’s at home and that’s a huge plus.

I’m excited about 2017. Right now I’m working on the fourth book in the Bound for Justice series, Against the Tide. It’s about a Navy Seal sniper turned NBIA agent. You first meet him in Against the Grain which comes out in March. I’ll get the specific information out as we draw closer.

Hope the new year is treating you well.

February is the month of love…

February is one of my favorite months. We don’t usually do much for Valentine’s Day. My love has an issue with ‘made up’ holidays. He once told me he doesn’t need anyone to tell him when to express his love and appreciation.

We began dating February 28th, 1981. He approached me at lunch while I was sitting with my friends in the high school cafeteria. I felt a presence behind me and turned to see what was going on. I remember looking up, way up and seeing his deep blue eyes gazing down at me. He had an easy smile, beach blonde shaggy hair and a very fit body. His chest was thick and his arms were huge. It took some effort not to melt onto the litter strewn floor.

With supreme confidence, he asked me on a date for Saturday night. Little did we know that was the beginning of something really special.

By the time Valentine’s day rolled around on the calendar, I knew my love. I’d already been showered with cards and gifts – some he handmade, some purchased on a whim. He wrote me poetry and long letters during boring classes or at night when our parents were using the phone. (Our kids never had the torture of one phone line per household). When we discussed his dislike for ‘Hallmark’ holidays, I knew he wasn’t vying to get out of a special evening or purchasing a gift. Even at 16, my guy went his own way and didn’t give a damn about societal pressures.

After we’d graduated and we were choosing our wedding date, he bucked the norm again. He was adamant that we marry on the anniversary of our first date. By then it was 1984 and February 28th landed on a Tuesday. Tuesday is not the first day you think of for a wedding, but the date mattered to him. We were already catching flak from both families. Both of us had siblings that had married young and failed. Our loved ones didn’t want us to face the same fate. They argued, they bribed, but eventually they gave up and supported us. They even took off time from work to attend our Tuesday wedding.

This year we celebrate 32 married years together. Our love is stronger now than I ever imagined possible. And if you promise not to tell a soul, I’ll divulge a secret – our love is hotter too. Time hasn’t dampened the flame. Nor have we slipped into what others have described as a comfortable partnership. Oh, we are partners, no doubt about that, but the idea that marriage will evolve into a mostly celibate friendship is absolutely abhorrent to us. I need to be with my love intimately as often as our crazy life will allow.

Of course, his creativity and romantic nature always keeps it fresh and exciting. He was always a kinky guy who actively sought knowledge. About fifteen years ago, he learned about D/s. We’d been heading that way naturally, but now we had a name for it. A term to describe our emotions and tendencies.

The more he learned, the more we talked, the hotter sex became. I suppose it only makes sense that the stories I write are D/s. I’m happier than I thought possible and I want to share that with others. (Before the hate mail pours in – believe me I know D/s isn’t for everyone and I’d never suggest it is. It’s one of the reasons why I try to make sure the back cover of my books mention BDSM or D/s so consumers know what they’re getting if they read a story of mine.)

It’s crazy to think I now have three book series on the market. Eleven, hot, Dominant men who meet and eventually capture the hearts of their subbie. Six of the men are from the Desired Discipline series, three from Master’s Touch and two so far from the Bound for Justice series. They are available from most retailers, but you can find the entire collection easily at

After being asked by several readers where they could buy nipple nooses with bells that tinkle and other fun toys, I guess it wasn’t a huge jump that we opened an erotic shop. We add new products all the time. If you’re so inclined, I hope you’ll check it out.

Whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not, I hope you find a special way to celebrate your love.couple on the beach silhouette


Desired Discipline

I often receive questions from my readers about the toys I write about. Most often, they want to know where they can buy them. Some have suggested I should start my own line of toys.

Fast forward to my friend’s bridal shower and my bratty personality. I decided to make her a naughty basket. I had a ball putting it together. I based it off of one of her favorite books of mine, Bondage Seduction. bondageseduction_800 I included a purple flogger, nipple nooses, clothespins, blindfold and feather.

It was so much fun, I decided to take the plunge and open a naughty store on Etsy. I’m still adding to the line, but if you’re curious please check it out. Just click on the hyperlink. Sales are pretty good for only being open a week. Who knew there were so many naughty people out there?

Character’s Perspective for His to Own

Today we have with us Brett and Angela from the erotic romance novel His to Own.

If you could have changed one of your actions – just one – what would it be, and why?

Brett – I would have put my foot down before Angela scened with that wanna-be Dom.

Angela – I shouldn’t have judged Brett based on my ex-husband’s actions.

Excluding your own, what is your favorite book?

Brett – Although I wanted to pop Sean a few times, I still find his relationship with Michelle to be inspiring.

Angela – The One and Only was a good, but my favorite was All Grown Up. Brianna struggled with completely trusting Steven and I can relate to her.

Were you reluctant to have your story told?

Brett – I don’t enjoy the spotlight, but I hope it will encourage other Doms to act quicker than I did.

Angela – I made so many mistakes that I wish I could have kept hidden.

Brett – You didn’t do anything wrong, Angela. You protected your family and friends at the expense of your own happiness. That’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.

Put three items in a time capsule you will open in 25 years. What are your items?

Angela – A picture of the deerskin flogger he used on me when we were first exploring.

Brett – Just a picture? (He laughed.)

Angela – I’m not willing to give it up for 25 years. Are you?

Brett – You know the answer to that pretty girl.

Angela – A picture of the stainless steel, jeweled butt plug should go into the time capsule too. (She started to blush.)

Brett – That leather dress you wore that night at the club would have to be included as well.

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