Saturday, April 30, 2016

Beautiful Liar: A Sneak Peek


Hi Everyone! I hope you're having an awesome weekend! I am just getting the files for Beautiful Liar ready for the formatter! I'm super excited and super nervous all at once. I don't think that ever goes away with an upcoming release. 

I promised to share an excerpt (last week - apologies) so here is the first taste of Beautiful Liar. I hope you love it and love Slater and MacKayla. They're going to go through a rough ride but I promise you a beautiful HEA. Finally...

Look for the book very early next week! Earlier than I expected by a few days! Thanks everyone!

Prologue

Slater

My bike’s engine rumbled as I pulled into the parking lot of Hello Kitty Kat, a little strip club outside North Bend, Oregon. I took it all in: the old, windowless cabin-like structure; a red neon sign above the door, flashing the image of a half-naked woman wearing the predictable cat ears and a tail; the letter O burned out so it read HELL KITTY KAT.

Four bikes stood in a row near the entrance, but pickups took up the majority of the parking spots in the lot. For a Thursday night, the place was hopping.

I pulled my bike into line with the other four, killed the engine, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I lit one and took a long drag. I held the cigarette between thumb and forefinger, got off my bike, and headed for the entrance. Before I reached it, two men pushed the door open. Music drifted out, a slow, predictable tune to which I imagined one of the kitties stripped. I checked my watch. A little after one in the morning. This was a twenty-four-hour establishment, and I admit, the day the shit had hit the fan, I’d found myself at a strip club similar to this and hadn’t left for a full forty-eight hours.

One of the men stumbled into me. I caught and righted him. He looked up. And up.

“Oh. Sorry man,” he mumbled.

I was a big guy. Six feet six and 250 pounds of muscle covered in tats. The man stepped backward, and this time, his friend caught him.

“Lou here’s had a little too much to drink,” his friend, who seemed the less drunk of the two, said, slurring his words.

“No problem.” I tossed the butt of my cigarette on the ground.

The guy nodded and quickly took Lou toward his truck. I saw him glance back at me and pocket his keys. “I don’t think I can drive, man,” I heard him say.

“Well, I know I can’t,” Lou said.

They both apparently found that hilariously funny and, after recovering from their belly laugh, walked toward the road.

Two less drunks behind the wheel tonight. That was a good thing.

Crushing the still smoking butt under my boot, I pulled the door open and entered. The place reeked of beer, sweat, and horny men, but I didn’t care about that. I was here for one reason and one reason alone.

The woman onstage finished. The men cheered and whistled while she collected her discarded garments and, after blowing one final kiss to the audience, left the stage.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Whiskey.”

He nodded and poured out a glass of Jack. I paid the man and took my drink to find a quiet place in the back just as the music started and the lights went up on the stage. I finished my first and ordered a second while watching two more women dance before it was finally her turn.

The whole room went still. I leaned an elbow on the table and rested my chin on the backs of my fingers as music began to play and soft light settled on the stage. For a moment, it seemed like the whole place held its breath until she finally appeared to a round of whistles. The spotlight followed her feet, encased in strappy, high-heeled sandals, as she walked toward the center of the stage where the pole stood. There, she turned to the side, hands gripping the metal as the light slowly caressed her calf and rose up along her thigh, to her hips clad in dark lace. When she moved, it wasn’t like any other stripper I’d ever seen. There was something different about her, something just out of reach. She didn’t belong here, and that fact made her all the more desirable.

It made you want.

I watched, along with all the other hungry men in the room. Her body gyrated to the soft music, slow and dark as the spotlight finally reached her waist, where a jewel sparkled from the piercing in her belly button. She turned, the muscles in her arm tensing as she supported her weight. The light caught her breasts, small, full, and wrapped in lace. The sight of them instigated another round of whistling and catcalls from the crowd.

As the spotlight continued panning upward, she turned her head. I saw that her dark hair was confined to a tight bun on top of her head. The music suddenly changed, the beat picked up. She looked out into the audience. Everything about her, her body, her face, her eyes—even from this distance—everything screamed erotic, right down to her pink tongue licking her full crimson lips.

Then MacKayla Simone began her striptease.

I leaned back, hiding my face deeper in the shadows, even though she couldn’t see me due to the distance and the bright lights trained on her. I watched, my cock hardening, the memory of her in my arms, lying beneath me, still fresh. She released the bun and sent thick, dark waves of hair cascading down her back. Her body moved as if one with the music. She closed her eyes as she stripped off her bra. The crowd went insane. She gave them one hell of a show, shaking those tits, playing with her nipples, reaching down her belly, only to stop as one fingernail grazed the top of the lace triangle over the mound of her sex.

I wondered if I were sitting closer if I’d be able to see the slit of her pussy. See if she was wet. If I’d be able to smell her sex.

I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing against my jeans, and narrowed my eyes, forcing myself to remember what this woman had done to me. How one night with her had cost me everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. My wife. My daughter. My career. My name.

One night. A moment of weakness. And I’d paid. How I’d paid.

I downed the rest of my whiskey. MacKayla turned and gave us a view of her ass, spreading her legs wide and bending deep. The string between her ass cheeks was the only barrier between her and fifty men with raging boners. I stood, knowing my time had come. It wasn’t revenge I wanted, not exactly. I only wanted what was owed me, and the way I figured it, MacKayla Simone owed.

She owed me fucking big.


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Synopsis for Beautiful Liar 

Slater

Everything I believed was a lie. Everything except for her, the one person I blamed for it all.
  
MacKayla Simone was beautiful. She was sexy as hell. She was also the setup.

One night.

Sex that rocked my world.

Rocked it to its very foundations because the next thing I knew, she and I made the headlines of every paper, every news channel across the country, and it cost me everything.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. That came when I learned who was behind the set-up. That was when I understood what it meant to be destroyed absolutely.

I don’t know why I went after MacKayla. She’d been a pawn just like me. But it was all I could do, all I had left. Hell, it was the one thing keeping me from tumbling into the abyss and never coming back into the light.

Find her. Find the girl who’d fucked me. Find her and make her pay.

MacKayla

I didn’t know who Slater Vaughn was, but if I had, it wouldn’t have mattered. Not when my sister was in trouble. I would have done what I did anyway. You can judge me. You can call me a whore. But I would have done it anyway.

One night, they’d said. Make him want you, let him have you. Easiest money in the world for just one night of my life.

Only it wasn’t one night because that night obliterated Slater Vaughn, and he came after me. He told me I owed him, and truthfully, I did. Hell, maybe those years in hiding, I’d been waiting for him to find me. To punish me. To make me pay.

Maybe I sought his forgiveness all along.

But now that he had me, how far would he take this game? Slater Vaughn was a broken man. He had nothing left to lose. What was to keep him from taking me with him into his darkness?

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Mastering Mariah: Guest Post by Maddie Taylor and Morganna Williams

Hi Natasha! Thank you for having Maddie and I over to talk about Mastering Marian! I've brought you and excerpt from Chef Byron's kitchen, someone's about to ride the naughty stool!

Excerpt

Brittany rolled her eyes. “Yeah, good luck with that.” Then she turned and started back to her side of the kitchen to finish her own dish.
Big mistake. The instant she did, Kelsey let out a cry of rage and jumped on the taller woman’s back. She wrapped an arm around Brittany’s throat and with a twisting of her body forced her to the floor. Riding her all the way down, she flipped her over in an impressive maneuver, and promptly pinned her by sitting on her chest.
“Get off me, you cow!” Brittany yelled.
Kelsey leaned down until she was nose to nose with her nemesis. “You will get up from here when you admit what you did and promise to tell the truth.”
“I’ll do no such thing, you little slut! You deserve to lose! No way should you win just because you spread your legs day one for the chef!”
The bellow of rage that filled the room next made Byron move before his little tigress could do bodily harm. Just as her hand pulled back in a fist, he caught her around the middle and lifted her off Brittany.
She wind-milled in his arms. “Let me go. I’ll kill her. I mean it. She’s dead!”
“Afraid not, kitten. I’ll handle Brittany,” he told her firmly.
His livid little cat didn’t listen, however. “I fight my own battles, you great hulking jerk!”
“Not anymore you don’t!” he shouted right back. “Now I’m going to set you down and you’re going to march your little fanny to that corner and sit on your stool. Give me any lip and I’ll turn it on.”
“I don’t have to do what you say anymore! The contest is over! I know I lost!” she yelled, still wiggling in his arms like a slippery eel. “So screw you and the horse you rode in on!”
Heedless of the judges and the fascinated kitchen staff taking it all in, Byron sighed and tossed her twisting, wriggling form over his shoulder. As soon as he did, he delivered a hard swat to the seat of her chef’s whites. Turning, he pointed a finger at the shocked woman still lying on the floor. “And you! I saw what you did. I have no room for cheaters on my staff. Pack your shit and get out.”
Brittany gaped at him. “But… I… she…”
“I was watching. If you don’t want everyone on the mainland to know what a lying little cheat you are, I suggest you pack up, now,” he told her firmly before carting Kelsey off to her corner.
“Let me go! You put me down this instant!” she yelled.
Ignoring her, Byron sat on the little stool and stood her between his legs as he peeled her pants and panties from her writhing body. “Now you, young lady, are going to listen to me.”
“I don’t have to listen to you. Not anymore, you big bully!” she spat.
Shaking his head, he tipped her over his thigh, clamped his other leg down over the back of her thighs, and began to spank her hard and fast. He wasted no time painting her ass bright red, and continued spanking her until she collapsed over his lap with a huge sob. “Are you ready to settle down and listen to me now?”
“Yes, sir,” she sniffled.
He stood her up and grasped her chin so she had to look at him, “You are the winner of the contest, Kelsey. You’re now my sous chef and my sub. I want no one else in my kitchen or my bed. Understand?”
She blinked, shock chasing away her tears. “I… ummm… what?”
He chuckled. “We’re going to be discussing the fact that you lied on your application, brat. You’re very lucky you actually are submissive or we’d really have a problem.”
“I’m a… huh?” She gaped at him like a fish out of water.
“Lord, you’re adorable when at a loss for words,” he uttered before he kissed her deeply. She stiffened for a moment, then gave a long sigh and leaned into him, submitting to his kiss almost involuntarily. He’d explain it all to her soon enough; for now, though, they had to deal with her refusal to stand down after a direct order. Not something he’d allow in his kitchen or his home.
He stood and plunked her hot little bottom down on the stool. With her legs spread, he lined her up just right and quickly strapped her thighs in place.
“Hey… wait, what are you doing? You can’t… oooh,” she cried out in sudden pleasure and wide-eyed surprise when he clicked the remote so that the dildo drove inside her. As she squirmed and gasped, he cuffed her hands behind her back.
“Until I say otherwise, you are going to sit here in time out and ride the naughty stool. Incidentally, if you come, I’ll have to also punish that defiant little snatch of yours which means I’ll be giving that clit a lot of stinging attention as well.” Byron watched for a moment as she succumbed to the driving force between her legs, then grinned wide before he turned away to deal with the chaos that had taken over his kitchen. As he walked away, he moved the dial on the wireless remote, kicking it up a notch, smiling with gratification when he heard her let out an agonized moan.

Blurb

Though Dimitri De Luca is everything she could want in a man and in a master, the scars of Mariah Charmant’s past keep her from surrendering fully to his dominance and embracing the lifestyle she has always craved. Yet as her trust in Dimitri grows, so does the pleasure she experiences beneath his skillful hand, and Mariah soon finds herself submitting to him in ways she had promised herself she would never submit to a man again.
Her own romance is far from the only one on Mariah’s mind, however. As head of guest relations at the high-end BDSM-themed resort Dimitri owns and operates, she works hard to ensure that the kinky needs of the guests are satisfied, even if that means playing matchmaker from time to time. But when she goes behind Dimitri’s back to set the resort’s world-renowned chef up with a feisty little submissive who is just perfect for him, she ends up earning a thorough chastisement from the man who is both her boss and her master.
Mariah does her best to help each guest live out their perfect fantasy while keeping her own meddling behind from being draped over Dimitri’s lap too often, but her efforts are interrupted when trouble rears its ugly head in Pleasure Bay. With the threat of a violent tropical storm and a dangerous individual from Mariah’s past both looming, can Dimitri battle man and nature to rescue the woman he loves before it’s too late? And if he brings her home safe will Mariah at last be ready to belong to him completely?
Publisher’s Note: Mastering Mariah is the sequel to Dimitri’s Desire. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of medical play, and extensive BDSM content. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Thanks so much for letting Maddie and I visit today!!!

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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Cover Reveal: Beautiful Liar

Hi everyone! I have a new cover :) I'm super excited about this and it's funny how this cover worked out. It's probably the easiest time I've ever had choosing an image. Eric David Battershell is kind of amazing (and super nice) and oh man, the model, WOW. I'm FB stalking him now :)

When I first started looking for images, I didn't think I'd do an exclusive one (they get pricey) so I am not even sure why I contacted Eric to start, but I'd seen this model before and I kind of fell in love with his face (and his body did not hurt either) so when Eric sent me his photos, I got kind of crazy! Ask any cover artist who has worked with me. I am the worst at deciding things, but when I saw this image, I just knew he was The One...

My cover artist, LJ Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations, is kind of amazing. I just send her some pics of what I like and what I'm thinking, and boom!

So, without further delay, let me show you the cover of Beautiful Liar, coming May 4th, 2016.


Beautiful Liar coming May 4th, 2016

Slater

Everything I believed was a lie. Everything except for her, the one person I blamed for it all.
  
MacKayla Simone was beautiful. She was sexy as hell. She was also the setup.

One night.

Sex that rocked my world.

Rocked it to its very foundations because the next thing I knew, she and I made the headlines of every paper, every news channel across the country, and it cost me everything.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. That came when I learned who was behind the set-up. That was when I understood what it meant to be destroyed absolutely.

I don’t know why I went after MacKayla. She’d been a pawn just like me. But it was all I could do, all I had left. Hell, it was the one thing keeping me from tumbling into the abyss and never coming back into the light.

Find her. Find the girl who’d fucked me. Find her and make her pay.

MacKayla

I didn’t know who Slater Vaughn was, but if I had, it wouldn’t have mattered. Not when my sister was in trouble. I would have done what I did anyway. You can judge me. You can call me a whore. But I would have done it anyway.

One night, they’d said. Make him want you, let him have you. Easiest money in the world for just one night of my life.

Only it wasn’t one night because that night obliterated Slater Vaughn, and he came after me. He told me I owed him, and truthfully, I did. Hell, maybe those years in hiding, I’d been waiting for him to find me. To punish me. To make me pay.

Maybe I sought his forgiveness all along.

But now that he had me, how far would he take this game? Slater Vaughn was a broken man. He had nothing left to lose. What was to keep him from taking me with him into his darkness?



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Friday, April 8, 2016

Teaching her her Place. Given to the Savage ON SALE! #Satspanks


Hello everyone. It's been a LONG time since I've been here, but Saturday Spankings is I think the one blog hop I do return to. Mostly I am a lazy blogger... 


Today I wanted to let you all know that Given to the Savage is on sale for the first time for $2.99! It's the first darkish romance I wrote and one of my favorite stories. Rowan is in the top 3 of favorite heroines (of my own books). She's so strong and courageous, I love her. And Silas...well, Silas...mmmmmmmmm...... 

Here's a little sample of the book and buy links! It's kind of a dirty scene with Silas punishing her, teaching her her place. I cut a part of the scene to not give away a spoiler. Enjoy! 

“You come every time I fuck you, you’re wet every time I punish you,” Silas said, just touching her clit as he did. When she sucked in a breath, he squeezed it hard, calling a cry from her lips. “Come, breeder,”Come!” he roared, slapping her hip hard with the command as if making her come somehow alleviated his guilt, somehow made her less human. “Come!”
As if on cue, she did, her muscles clamping hard around both finger and cock, milking the latter as it pulsed and throbbed, forcing his seed into her womb, teaching her her place, showing her that no matter what happened between them, she was only a breeder to him.
When he was finished with her, he slid his cock out, any emotion in his eyes masked. He zipped his pants and turned to walk into the house. Rowan stumbled off the table, her legs barely able to hold her as semen rushed down her thighs.

“They will be children too,” she said to his back. “Your children.”

Saturday, April 2, 2016

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Friday, April 1, 2016

Educating His Bride: A 1950s #Spanking Romance by Cara Bristol

I have Cara Bristol visiting today with her newest release, Educating His Bride! This is a sexy 1950s spanking romance and I'm just going to share one of my favorite scenes with you! First, the blurb:
Blurb:
From college coed to professor’s naughty bride…
It’s the 1950s. Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s sexual education has just begun.
* * *
In this scene, college student Margaret has received a bad grade on her English paper. But a bad grade isn’t all she’s going to get.
Dejected, she slid into a vacant desk, still warm from another student’s derriere. She thumbed through her essay. Cliché. More analysis needed. What about…. Red-inked comments in a masculine scrawl spilled across every single one of the eight pages she’d typed so beautifully. Didn’t typing count for anything?
Her heart sank to the soles of her rounded-toe baby-doll pumps. She’d waited until the night before the due date to write the paper, but she deserved better than a D! And she intended to tell Professor Thurston so.
After the last student left, he gestured to the door. “Shall we go?”
She preceded him into the hall. 
“Do you have a class now?” he asked.
“No. My next period is free.”
“Good. We have time to talk.”
They exited Delmar Hall, named for an alumnus patron, and strolled down the walkway over rolling grassy hills dotted with stately oaks and flowering shrubs. A few stubborn blossoms clung to dogwood trees outside the library. Over a knoll, she spotted the Whitmore Building.
Some students glanced their way, a few who knew the professor greeted him, but mostly people ignored them. Margaret clutched her notebook to her chest. “You grade me harder than you do everyone else.”
“Please hold the discussion until we’re in my office.”
They entered Whitmore and climbed the stairs to the second floor. She waited while he checked with the secretary for messages then they proceeded to his office around the corridor. Two black nameplates lettered in white read, Asst. Professor Thurston and Asst. Professor Abernathy. He unlocked the door and motioned for her to enter.
The small office contained two battered wooden desks, the left one buried under a hazardous mountain of paper and academic debris, the one on the right neat as a pin. A tall shelving unit, shared by both professors, sagged under the weight of well-used literature and reference volumes. A wall clock ticked.
“Have a seat.” The professor shut the door and assumed his place behind the neat desk.
She perched on the edge of a straight-back chair, ankles together, and adjusted her skirt over her knees.
The man she loved steepled his fingers. “Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.” 
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.” 
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.

He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.” 

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